Angel of the Night

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Her heels make a lonely, echoing toll,

As she walks the streets full of danger;

Her face is painted to hide hard years,

She prepares herself to meet a stranger.

She's been labeled and judged by everyone,

They refuse to see her in the light of day;

She's a woman of sin, unworthy of them,

They choose to forget what made her that way.

She was once one of God's sweetest angels,

With her life before her, sunny and bright;

Full of love and laughter, her heart a song,

The belle of the ball, a taste of delight.

Her mind was full of splendid plans,

With a man who promised her dreams to come true;

Who swore to cherish the gift of her love,

And to worship her soul as only lover's do.

The thought of him now brings a bitter chill,

For he is long gone and he broke her heart;

Though he's been but a shadow for many years,

His memory can still make those tears start.

So in the dark, damp night she plies her favor,

Wanting to lose the hurt somewhere there;

Her heart is cold, her soul is dead,'

Tis so sad, and worse, she just doesn't care.