The world is though blind to your powers and beauty.
For a world as this, you are all they need.
You are an escape from all pains and baggage; but men are blind to see- too blind to see
But don't cry little Angel, be not sad for your beauty Powers still delivers
You still make a sadden heart love
You still Know how to dry a tearful soul and you still remain the world's succour
Whenever you're scorned by an ignoramus don't glum rather take a sit and count all the broken hearts you've kneated
All the orphan child you've given hope
All the abused you've regained pride
All the bastard boys you've given homes
Count all of these and repeat them to yourself.
I'll try more than a little had with Ani to introduce you to more folks and hoping they'd fall in love just has we have.
Not promising much though but I'll try to try!