Chapter 1 - Little angel

Little angel
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There's a little Angel on the side of the road
Her eyes are big and helpless
Her legs are broken and mashed under neither her,
No one stops to help her,
They are too selfish
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She whimpers and she cries,
But refuses to give up and die
As she gets older
As she waits in the dust for someone to help her
Everyday growing just a little colder
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She's got a lot of hope,
But a little bit of brain,
To think that she can cope,
I think that she's insane.
But I guess you have to admire her.
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Years go by with the passing of the cars
And still she waits by the side of the road.
Her hear shrinking just a little in size.
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There's a little angel on the side of the road,
Her eyes are small and hateful,
Her arms are snapped and mangled,
Nobody stopped to help her.
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I look at the little angel,
And all that I can see
Is an awful lot of her,
Is an awful lot like me.

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