• There's a little girl who morns every afternoon
    She wishes her perfect angel will come soon
    She walks to school almost every day
    She gets picked and teased on when she pass the students way
    She has no friends but she wishes she had
    A faithful little girl but still her heart is so sad
    She says a prayer almost every night
    she also says it without a doubt
    In the middle of the night she asks a question
    A question that she thinks is so off
    But she's a lucky one cause her stars are soft
    Her perfect angel comes on down
    They see a girl so lost and unfound
    She hears a whispers a sweet meloditious sound
    They say her time is up and capture her in her wings
    When she gets to heaven she hears the angel sings
    Her perfect angel, yes her perfect angel