There once was an angel,
born to a crack whore.
She didn't mean much to her mother,
but oh this baby was adored!
Taken in the loving arms of her grandmother,
she was the one little star amongst disaster in the world.

Growing up she was quiet and afraid,
but she had forgiveness toward her mother,
and the problems she had made.
Every night before she closed her eyes,
she'd look to see grandma right by her side.
To gently lay her down to sleep,
singing an angel's lullaby that sounded so sweet.

She sang:
Beautiful girl,
through love you were conceived.
I love you from the top of your head,
right down to your feet.
Remember what I'm saying,
store it in your heart.
No matter what happens,
you are loved.
I thank god for sending you from above.
So close your eyes,
don't ever be afraid.
You have goodness surrounding you,
wherever you are laid.
No matter what you do,
I'll love you just the same.

Weeks turned to months,
and soon years passed by.
Then came annual check-up time.
Tragically this little one got more bad news,
the doctor diagnosed her with leukemia,
she didn't know what to do.

Her grandma got a second job,
to pay for hospital bills.
And reports kept coming,
never better.
This little girl just got so ill.

The little angel started losing her hair.
Days became dreary,
all hopes were impaired.
But through all the tears,
and ongoing fears.
Grandma still tucked her in every night,
sitting there right by her side.
To gently lay her down to sleep,
singing an angel's lullaby that sounded so sweet.

It goes:
Beautiful girl,
through love you were conceived.
I love you from the top of your head,
right down to your feet.
Remember what I'm saying,
store it in your heart.
No matter what happens,
you are loved.
I thank god for sending you from above.
So close your eyes,
don't ever be afraid.
You have goodness surrounding you,
wherever you are laid.
No matter what you do,
I'll love you just the same.

Two years came and went,
with not much improvement.
Poor old grandma,
knew the fight was being won by the sickness.
So she dished out twice as many hugs,
and filled everyday with kisses.
Through that their love grew stronger,
as well as their dependence on each other.
To the little angel,
grandma was the only mother she ever knew.
And as for grandma,
loving someone was all she wanted to do.

The little girl fell unconscious one day,
at the playground at school.
Now she was hooked up on wires,
her and grandma had tears in their eyes.
The little girl looks up and says,
"Grandma I'm going to die."

A few mornings later,
right around nine.
Her breathing was limited,
she didn't have much time.
Grandma sat beside her,
prepared to say goodbye.
She began to gently lay her down to sleep,
one final time.
Singing her angel's lullaby,
that sounded so sweet.

She sang:
Beautiful girl,
through love you were conceived.
I love you from the top of your head,
right down to your feet.
Remember what I'm saying,
store it in your heart.
No matter what happens,
you are loved.
I thank god in heaven,
for sending you to me from above.
So close your eyes,
don't ever be afraid.
You have goodness surrounding you,
wherever you are laid.
Its okay to go now,
I'll love you just the same.

The sweet little angel,
took her last breath.
And with a kiss on the forehead,
the little angel is dead....