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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chapel Hart
Chapel Hart
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danica Hart
Danica Hart
Songwriter
Treauna Swindle
Treauna Swindle
Songwriter
Devynn Hart
Devynn Hart
Songwriter
Mark Carson
Mark Carson
Songwriter

Testi

Roaming the hall as she’s pushed through the door
Her eyes filled with tears she don’t want any more
The last to get picked the first to get picked on, but that’s her world
As they push and they tug and she’s shoved to the ground
She has scrapes on her hand and sand in her mouth
You just can’t believe all the pain inside of this little girl
She always spends all her time on her own
Much too innocent heart to be left all alone
But she realizes...
That Most kids are laughing but nobody's askin'
For her to come over and play
She fakes a smile, wipes her tears and she lies
When her mother asks how was her day
If there's a God up there
Then there must be an angel somewhere
She keeps her head down with her nose in a book
She keeps her eyes forward when they give her looks
Holds in the broken as the days keep rolling
She survives
Most kids are playing but she’s steady praying
For the strength just get through the night
The dreams in the distance keep up her resistance
As her broken wings try to take flight
Maybe life isn’t fair
But there must be an angel somewhere
She walks through the door with her eyes to the floor
And she steels for a typical day
Her eyes meet a girl
Who resides in her world
And she know it'll all be ok
She's no longer scared
Cause she knows there's an angel somewhere
Written by: Danica Hart, Devynn Hart, Mark Carson, Treauna Swindle
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