Go With The Angels Poem by nikki hays

Abandoned pushed aside
Trash to be thrown out at night
Darkened alleys poorly child
Dreaming of life out in the wild
City streets calling her name
Little girl soon woman became
A tear from her eye this little child
Becomes a woman out in the wild
Cars drive past and check the goods
Poor little girl grown up in the hood
How can they do this cast her aside
Poor little thing should be snuggled up tight
Under the covers pillow under head
By seventeen she will surely be dead
The cold dark night takes hold hard and fast
And still the rich keep rushing past
They stole her youth and now she cries
No one cares if she lives or dies
Poor little girl now woman become
The horrible things this world has done
To turn innocense into pain and hurt
To cover you with such filth and dirt
Come to me child ill hold you near
Close to my boosom no need for fear
No need to cry now little one
The angel is calling your battle is done
Go to the father who forgave your sins
Go to the saviour let him take you in
Give the angel your hand and now peacefully go
To where all innocent children can finally know
That they are the blessed so meek and so mild
God will always forgive you my little child
Your mother had left you the father knows this
Now go with the angel child know love and know bliss
Remember the good times though there were few
Your loved ones are waiting in heaven for you