walking through the atmosphere
to a land of fallen grace
enters a beatiful lady
love apon her face
'are you a blessed angel?'
the words from a sinner arose
'forgive me, please'
she quote, as a tear fall past her nose
the angel bent towards her
with elegance and poise
'worry not my love,
those are but broken toys.
cry not in shame of death and ending
rejoice what life they had
please remember little sweetheart,
i never thought you bad'
the angel took the small girls hand
and led her through the darkness
the walk they chose was long,
seeming nearly endless
'miss angel' said the girl
'why does it take so long?
who ever would have thought,
that this life felt so wrong'
the angel spoke with certainty
the life beyond the stars
always snining brightly,
casting shadows over ours
'to live is to die sweetheart,
to laugh is to as cry.
never would heaven seem so great
if you let all this pass you by.
when you cried over the broken doll,
i knew you would have sorrow
but look up to the future,
a bright and better 'morrow.'
the angel and the little girl,
walked through the blinding light
as the traveled through the passage
shadows fled in plight
opened golden arches
with glorious metalic doors
to a land of richeousness
and smiling dolls apon the floors.