She is a glass angel though she know, not.
She know not the happiness she has brought.
My beautiful angel is made of glass.
Her heart is a diamond,
It wields mine it wroughts.
Her voice as soft as a Doe,
Calms my worried thoughts.
As she dances,
She showers rainbows on the floor.
Her presence is known at the door.
Her soul is gold,
It keeps its gleam.
She is polished by steam,
The steam of happiness she is adorn.
And so as I ask her her worth,
She answers not.
She thinks of herself as a mear dot.
She knows not her voice soft as a doe,
Her diamond heart,
Her rainbows that scatter high and low,
Her toung sharp as a dart.
Or her radiance of love.
She cries herself to sleep,
Her tears dare not weap.
In front of the eyes of men.
My glass angel fragile to the touch, yet
Can hold her word to much.
And yet this art work, this masterpiece is taken granted, in the hearts of men.
They have shattered my angel.
Oh! My dear sweet glass angel.
Her emerald green eyes gloss over,
Her ruby lips stop moving,
They are never to move again.
My dear friends,
If you have a glass angel.
You must make amends and never let go.
For glass is easy to shatter but friendship is what does matter.