by Wendye Savage
He’s mistreated her and told her lies
The pretty broken angel cries:
She’s lost the sparkle in her eyes
With each passing day, her spirit dies:
To pin her down with pain, oh how he tries
But little does he realize:
Someone’s praying, tears will dry
And the broken one, one day shall rise.
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