An angel stands at a grave
A white marbled grave
The name Anabelle carved into it
The age of 5
The angel couldn't have been any older
Her long blonde hair never moving
Her blue eyes tranfixed on the grave
Anabelle she knew quite well
A loving girl who died too soon
The angel doesn't move
Rain falls though it's not raining
The clouds cover the bright sun
The angel wanted to say
'I'm safe'
She wanted to tell her mother she's fine
Wanted to hug her
This angel knew Anabelle well
Her small white wings glow
Anabelle never moves
As she cries her Angel Tears
A little girl no longer 5
A guardian Angel watching her mother
But never moving from her grave
An angel crying Angel Tears

BlacknessRose ...

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