She was knocked around,
she hit the ground.
She learned to never frown,
she always wore a crown.
She was an angel without wings,
Her benevolt attitude touched all things.
She died at the age of eight,
what a fate.
She died by the hand of her mother,
her father didn't bother.
He watched his daugther died,
but did not feel the need to cry.
Her mother was always jealous of the girl's beauty,
Everyone calling her a darling cutie.
The day she died, she gained her wings,
And now her love still touchs all things.
