Angelica

 

She had a love,

It's called a dove,

That visits her each night,

He sings he chirps

With all his power and might,

Just to see her smile

And one morning day,

As the little girl lay,

The dove didn't move,

Nor did it sing or chirp,

She cried to God, "Why oh why

Did you let my love die?"

He said, "My dear child

You weren't meant to have that love,

Because the Demons made it evil.