Matches'
Let me tell you,
Of a girl,
Who had a horrible life.
Her mother and grandma had died when she was 5,
And her father beat her constantly,
And made her sleep outside.
One day she was told to go sale Matches in the cold,
And if she didn't sale ten,
He would strip her and make her sleep outside.
So off she went,
With nothing but a ripped jacket buttoned up,
And several matches.
It was Christmas Eve in 1773,
A time for joy for most,
But for the little one,
It was not.
For nobody wanted a single match,
So soon,
She gave up.
She sat at the edge of the street and screamed,
'WHY?!',
And then she saw it.
A angel, floating down from the heavens.
'Grandmother?' she whispered,
'Yes, dear child,
It is me.' she kindly answered.
'Oh Grandmother, take me with you!',
The kind angel smiled,
'That is why I'm here, young one,'
And with that,
The little girl smiled,
Shed a single tear of joy,
And died.
