God painted her with a fine-point paintbrush
He took his time, slow and steady, absolutely no rush
So He could make her just right
But He left out sunshine to scare away demons dark as night
I know he meant to illustrate the rain
To wash away all her raw, bleeding pain
He was supposed to brush the storm clouds away
But He only finished her halfway
Maybe He just forgot
At least, that's what I was taught
No Father could let His child hurt like this
yet here she is