She was four,
Beaten and bruised,
But she was something,
He didn't want to lose.
She hid behind her hair,
Hid from the truth,
But he followed her eveywhere,
He knew she was tired of being used.
Just two young children,
Findng the truth to love,
Nothing but mild wind,
From the heavens above.
He was her angel,
He saved her life,
Just a tackle,
And now she plans to be his wife.
Two best friends,
This is a true story,
Together until the end,
He is mine and I ain't sorry.