They told me she was an angel
I didn’t doubt that
I looked back and saw
Her blonde curls, perfect
Her blue eyes, perfect
Her fair skin, perfect
She had always been angelic

Nothing changed the fact
That she had wandered
From faith
From me
From her family
from home
and into the town
called “Nazareth”
where they found her

In the bed of the man’s truck
Her blonde curls soaked
With the blood
Her blue eyes wide open
Staring at the man
Who shoved the knife
Into her fair skin
And left her there
Alone

We all stood dressed in black
Looking at the polished stone
A statue of an angel
I began to cry
And my mom held me
She told me she was an angel
I didn’t doubt that