In a little White Box


In a little white box
In a little white room
Sits a little white angel
Alone on the shelf.

Her halo is broken
Her wings are bent
Her work is hard
Her pay is low.

Yet she sits there,
Forever entrusted
With a load even heavier
Than that of a broken halo.

In that little white box,
In that little white room
Sits a little white angel
Praying for happiness.

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