A Little Girl

A little girl,
stuck with a disease.
One that left her hurting,
one that wouldn't leave.

She was very sick,
and could barely walk.
Sometimes it was hard,
for this girl to even talk.

She took so many pills,
to keep moving through the day.
Sometimes she didn't know,
how long she could stay.

With an angelic smile,
and baby blue eyes.
This girl was such a treasure,
it really made you cry.

She shouldn't have to go through this,
no one should.
But the doctors couldn't fix it,
they'd try if they could.

One late night,
while in deep sleep,
This angel floated away,
her memory to keep.

On her grave it read,
"I was fearless all the time,
I'm but a little girl,
Now I hold God's hand in mine"

A little girl,
stuck with a disease.
One that left her hurting,
one that wouldn't leave.