Feral Girl

Little feral girl
Running wild through the world
Making angels cry,
And yelling at the sky
Hell has no hope to tie her
Heaven walks right beside her
Because prayers are made for her soul
She’s wild like the wind blowing boldly
But we love our little feral girl
Wouldn’t trade her for nothing in the world!
God, fill her with Your grace and love
Save her with Your hand from above
Because we love our little feral girl

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I have wild niece.