Colorful wings spread out
Mind still covered in a veil of doubt
Black shrouding clouds consume
No need for this flying lesson to resume
But the need to be free
The need to see
It aches her soul
Burns in her like a fiery coal
Colorful wings turning grey
Lifes lessons have been fully paid
Her once golden halo sent through a twister
Hands harsh, cold, and blistered
Our little Angel has shed her mortal skin
She's left this materialistic pin
Only now can she truly see
how colorful she was meant to be
Life twists, and turns but who are we?
To put down things we just don't see
Now our Angel is gone
We will never hear her sweet, sweet, song.
Goodbye my beautiful raggamuffin cool pie
Now you can spread those butterfly wings and fly
No more judgement or pain for you
Don't worry, I'll see you soon
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