There was a pretty angel,
There was a pretty angel,
once upon a time.
And this is her sad story,
of her heart of mine.
She gave it to me freely,
As she gave it to the world.
I protected it so fiercly,
but they couldn't see the pearl.
The pearl within her heart,
so beautiful and pure.
But it faded slowly- surely,
'till myself I couldn't cure.
This world saw her Snow White heart,
and ripped her wings to shreds.
The angel on this hellish earth,
was stained a bloody red.
I tried and fought to protect her soul,
but as the angel I know she is,
she ended up rescuing me,
and what she said was this:
"Blessed world and people,
I gladly give to you,
This oh so little heart of mine,
I've kept so pure for you."
And as her life ebbed away,
a single kiss I drew.
And thus her innocence broke away,
so did her love of You.
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