There's an Angel in the Window

There's an angel in the window,

locked up in her room she hides. 

she tries to hide the hurt on her face,

as behind the curtains she cries.

There's an angel in the window,

her world is full of hurt.

She spends her days alone,

wondering why she's treated like dirt.

There's an angel in the window,

her arms are filled with scars.

Tears flow down her cheeks

as she stares up at the stars.

There's an angel in the window,

in a room full of darkness she lays.

Her father will soon be home,

so in the black void she prays.

There's an angel in the window,

she hears the engine of a car.

She backs away to the corner of her room, 

her dad has comme home from the bar.

There's an angel in the window,

her father is home for the night.

Clenching his fists in anger, 

he's not leaving without a fight.

There's an angel in the window,

she hears footsteps down the hall.

Knowing what was coming,

she screams and starts to bawl.

There's an angel in the window,

she trembles behind the door. 

Her father walks in and beats her,

as she lies helplessly on the floor.

There's an angel in the window,

she yells out cries of pain.

His face is filled with anger,

her father cannot abstain.

There's an angel in the window,

her face is dirty with grime. 

Her limbs are weak, and her body frail,

now up to heaven she will climb

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