Daisy petals weep unto a broken mirror,
and a little girl cries because she thinks she failed.
Mummy doesn't love her right,
and a hard hand from Daddy's throne is hailed.
She smiles in the daytime light,
singing redemption on sweeter lips.
But at night she cries as she carves herself to sleep...
signing "TRAITOR" onto her hips
Forgiveness is a foreign term on her ears,
singing in a choir, atonement for her "crimes".
Hearing shrieks in the deep, dark world-
the whirlpool that makes up her mind.
She doesn't understand how people love her.
It doesn't make sense, she thinks she doesn't deserve.
Little does she knows she's an angel.
Little does she knows she's somebody's world.
How to save a fallen angel,
it's a lesson I still need to learn.
Heaven and Hell aren't too far apart...
Trying hard to give her wings to protect her from the burn
But at night she cries as she carves herself to sleep...
signing "TRAITOR" onto her hips
--a night of realease
Forgiveness is a foreign term on her ears,
singing in a choir, atonement for her "crimes".
--wow
buetiful sweet poem