you are my angel
You Are My Angel

Walking up the stairs,
I can see the attic door,
The attic which is unheated,
The cold, empty third floor.

I have only been up there once,
For this is not my home,
It is my best friends,
Where she lives in peace alone.

Her parents both are drunks,
They dont give a damn about her,
But there is more to it,
This I am so sure.

I tell my friend Ill be,
In her room in just a few,
That I need to use the bathroom,
I feel like I have the flu.

She goes into her room,
And I climb up the stairs,
And as I reach the top,
I can hear a whispered prayer.

Behind the wooden door,
A girl spoke in a quiet voice,
"I dont want to go on living,
But I have no other choice.

Oh God why is it me,
That has to live this way?
Why wont you make my parents,
Simply go away?

They dont do this to my sister.
She gets to go and live.
All I want from you Is,
Some compassion as a gift.

You know what they do to me,
Why dont they beat her too?
Why dont they yell and scream,
To her like to me they do?

You know I want out of here,
For I am only seven.
You know I want to die,
And be with you in heaven.

But still I cant get out,
I have nowhere to run,
And I know this abuse,
Has barely even begun.

I am only seven,
What about next year?
What will they do when Im eight?
God, do you even care?

Why is it just me?
Im just a little girl.
Why do I have to go through,
The pain that is my world?

Only mom and dad,
And of course my big sis,
Know that Im alive,
That I even exist.

God please help me now.
I cant go through it again.
They just beat me last night.
This needs to finally end.

Please God,just send some help,
Have someone please realize,
That I am here alive,
And I need help to fly.

Please when mom and dad come,
Dont let the pain begin.
Please just send help soon.
I love you Lord, Amen."

As I stand and listen,
Tears fill my eyes,
From the story that is told,
And the little childs cries.

I know for a fact,
This childs parents dont,
Do this to my best friend,
But I ask why not?

It does not seem fair,
For a child to go through this pain,
And my friend to be left alone.
These parents are insane.

A child of only seven,
Is wishing she were dead,
These parents put those ideas,
Into her little head.

As softly as I can,
I open the attic door,
And I look in and see,
A girl lying on the floor.

Her face is badly bruised,
And a cut lies on her chin,
Her light brown hair was mangled,
And she was severely thin.

I kneel down next to her,
And look into her eyes,
"I heard what you were saying,
I heard all of your cries.

I think it is a sign,
That I was standing there.
And I think I have been sent,
As an answer to your prayer.

I dont know how,
But Im going to take you away,
Im going to help you now,
You will be free today."

I gently slide my arms,
Underneath her and lift,
I know Im giving her,
Her much prayed for gift.

I look into her eyes,
And she looks up in mine,
And then she says so softly,
"Thank you for being so kind.

I never really believed,
That God would answer my prayer,
I never would have imagined,
You were standing there."

I carry her down stairs,
And out onto the yard,
And I carried her away,
From her life which was so hard.

One more time she spoke,
As we reached the park.
And this time what she said,
Really touched my heart.

"Now I know that God,
Really heard my prayer,
And I know you are my angel,
And he sent you to be there."