LITTLE ANGEL

I’m not good with criticism, to my shame. It tends to make me doubt my own worth and I get either cross or depressed…on that happy note, please R & R…

;)

Little Angel

Did it really hurt so bad

Little Angel?

Did it really make you mad

Little Angel?

Did it tear the feathers from your angel wings

And turn then, ripped and torn, to demon things?

Did it set your soul to soar in blood-red skies

And turn your tears to acid in your eyes?

Little Angel

Are your feathers in the mud

Little Angel?

Are you really out for blood

Little Angel?

Are you thinking that they just don’t understand

That you’d want to strike them down with your own hand?

Or are you thinking that you’re really just no good

That they’d be right to sound off further, and they should?

Little Angel

Did it really hurt you bad

Little Angel?

Did it really make you sad

Little Angel…?