Battle angel
A scar runs down her face,
Blood trickling down the space.
The wound might be new, but the fight is old,
Was this how her story was supposed to unfold?
A scar runs down her face,
Blood trickling down the space.
The wound might be new, but the fight is old,
Was this how her story was supposed to unfold?
Your life was planned to be hectic pace,
An angel from heaven filled with compassion and love;
You must have come down on the wings of a dove
I can truly say that you are the angel of my life!
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