Where The Angels Hum

I miss the little girl
who used to gaze at skies,
smiling wide at sunlight,
believing love was wise

I miss the little girl 
who wrote a million lettters-
pouring out her love 
to the people who broke her

Oh how naive she was 
oh how blindly she adored
whilst she begged hearts 
just to hold hers

I miss the warmth she provided
to every little dust and soul

I miss the innocent smile
and a gullible heart

Oh how precious she was
maybe too precious for 
this oh so cruel world

For now she 
she let herself in a cage
wrapped herself in quite
protected and safe 

While the devil guards her doors
the angel inside 
barely sees the light
still hums lullabies 
to memories that never died

For the worlds too cruel 
even for the devil oh