When mortals die, their souls are judged,
To either walk upstairs, or go to Hell's gate,
Either way, angels they become,
But if evil you are, your angel will be grotesque.

There is hope for them, though, a small glimmer of light,
They just need Someone to bring them back,
Back home, to the top of the staircase,
Someone will save these souls from the Devil's claws.

One specific angel was saved from such fate,
A child that bled instead of cried, bled asking, "Why?"
Someone had said, "None can known, but must believe, must have faith!"
Believed the child did, and her faith saved her.

Soon the child shall be an angel of good will,
But still she has some way to go and learn,
Good thing that Someone is here to teach, but also to learn,
For a teacher must learn how to give the right lesson.

"Who is this Someone?" I hear the good children ask,
I answer them with the greatest truth,
"Of course, this Someone is me, but this Someone can be you!"
Just about anyone who helps a person change for the better...

Is a Someone To That Certain Angel.