© Gloria Smith 2012
In ancient days a lovely, small girl played
The Angels came and taught her games
While the rain fell quiet all around
And soaked the desolate, hardened ground
Her soul now weary can be found
Staring out the window at the rain
Thinking of her past and of her pain
One day her spirit sailed away
She lies still and quiet now
The Angels came and called her name
Once again a lovely, small girl plays
Oh she knows all the Angel's games
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