1I have a little angel
That lives as part of me
What I feel she feels
What she sees I see
She has seen my own pain
And she has seen me pull through
But feeling the pain of others-
That was something new
The little angel wasn't sure
Exactly what to do
Or if she should do anything
As the yellow became more blue
The little angel fretted
At night she tossed and turned
And she began to relive
All the things she'd learned
That sometimes pain goes over
What a person can withstand
And while they might not always ask for it
They need a helping hand
But exactly how to go about
Helping this dear friend
Was not something the angel had learned
But once with tragic ends
While her pain never neared
That of the one she watched with fear
It can be measured in the many
Angel style tears
Where once her friends supportive were
They dipped out on such an ear
That, lent to the little angel
Meant she might not be here
Now leaving the angel's own pain
She saw her friend stumble so much more
As he lost more of what she loved about him
And slipped further down she saw
It didn't seem to matter
Whether or not it rained that day
As time went by the angels friend
Had less and less to say
A smile once so well known
Now lost among the frown
As much as the little angel tried
She couldn't turn it upside down
But what the angel missed the most
And however much she tried
Nobody was able to bring back
The light behind his eyes
And although she tried to talk it out
She never said quite what she thought
In the end it wasn't worth any gain
For all the pain it brought
While the little angel cannot give up
Shut up, calm down or let go
She can only let him know she's there
And he knows that, I suppose.