Mangled

You've been dragged through the mill,

Grinded to the core.

Pushed from pillar to post

Until you can take no more.

You've lived on the edge,

You've been close to dead,

But your sophistication,

Your dedication,

Your oh-so-bubbly-can't-catch-me

Miss Lady of the world

Who fights for green peace.

Your an angel in her own right.

I've held you precious one through the night.

Your prescense makes the world seem right,

When you wake up and refind delight

Is the day you will once more become the angel of delight.