A humble neighborhood on one Christmas night
A tragedy has brought a sad yuletide
A child etches her name on a grave
Hers was a life we didn't know we could save

Two little girls blessed with angels' names
Living for the hope of a saving grace
They don't know what it's like to be loved
Unconditionally from the heavens above

Why are the angels always the first ones to bleed?
Tragedy seems to always claim the good at heart
Why are the tears always cried by all the children who die
Running away to where they can never be harmed?

Beaten and scolded for no reason nor rhyme
Their lives are hourglasses running out of time
Their daddy doesn't care for the things said or done
Leaving the bruises of innocence undone

Their mother wishes she could hold him back
From beating the three of them to blue and black
She wonders where went the man she wed
Replaced by a monster who would leave them for dead

The dreams of silver and gold laid to rest
A broken home the neighbors hope for the best
The police came to take the bad man away
Their mother cried as they did too little too late

Why are the angels always the first ones to bleed?
Tragedy seems to always claim the good at heart
Why are the tears always cried by all the children who die
Running away to where they can never be harmed?

A little girl carrying her angel's name
Her sister's memory now her saving grace
Knowing her passing took away the pain
Knowing her daddy can't hurt her again...