Angel of the Night

The light of the silver moon
shines above the old oak tree,
a girl sits under the tree crying her red tears,
she looks up and gives god her plea,
please take me away, bring me to a happy place she cries between her sobs

That night was the night
that a loved angel took her flight
she left the depression shadowing her life
and ended it all with that old knife.

the screams of a mother echoed the night, silent and pitch black,
as she lays over the body of her beloved daughter
the angel that is't coming back