She laid in bed in
her own pity lying
to her own music

A little girl with a
ego so big that one day
it will learn to calm

An angel sat there
Watching her from a distance
Gently flapping wings

She knew if she told
her or even advise her
it would be wasted

on music notes that
would never make a song sing
upon a white sheet

O the sky thundered
Lights flashed on and off behind
a cracked heaven door

Little butterfly
Still a caterpillar no
matter the warm spring

Change will take time but
it's up to a person
to change no one else

The angel grew a beard
Even got a tatoo drawn
To mark her anger

She flew away back
to her peaceful land of
kind gentle kinships

But she never gave
up watching the girl , once in
awhile she flew back

And kept her fluffy
cloud going until the rain
ignored a rainbow

And just like a clock
Tick tock tick tock back and forth
Until an hour

felt like time was a
good Samaritan and the
little girl would kick

back her bed covers
Put on her slippers and gown
And open her door