Listening to a little girl cry,
are the angles above us...

I love you,
but i hate you...

Do you remember the day,
the day i met you...

As i speak to you,
The air fills with magic...

A little girl who cant see her dad,
Is usually confused and often sad...

One at a time,
slowly but surely...

I cant take it,
I'm gunna scream...

I wanna cry,
I wanna die...

She cries,
when they tell her...

She sits in the corner of her room,
crying , now that the day is done...