By Neba-Fuh
Little Angel from Above
Caged in a cell of plenty,
Enjoying the bosom of pleasure's reservoir,
Brimful of ignorance and innocence
While anxious demons clamour
To herald thee into their joint -this filthy world of ours,
If only our world was where thou rest,
Where harmonium fills your aura
And pain dwells in a realm void of thee,
But we can't wait to see thee-Little Angel,
Even though our thousand smiles
Deter not thy welcome cry,
Reminding us, how filthy our world is
And wondering why heaven's angel
Is doomed to descend to earth's hell,
Thou come with faith,
Trusting thy earthly guides without reservation,
Thy ignorance eclipses fear,
Thy innocence radiates peace,
Yet we learn not from thee,
Thinking we saw eastern rays first.
Little Angel from above,
Look upwards when life's path turns thorny,
Always not relenting to
listen to they
Who husbanded your entry and struggle into this world,
Then harmonium will follow thee
As thou race through life.
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