It was raining that cloudy day,

in Chicago where an angel was born.

Running to seek shelter from the rain,

she and a friend hiding from the storm.

 

Making their way home from school,

beneath a pavilion, waiting for the sun.

The unwitting targets of a local feud,

victims of a fool with a gun.

 

Soon shots rang out in the distance,

and in just one instant Hadiya was gone.

Taken from a world where her existence,

was a treasure we’d barely known.

 

So passionate against gun violence,

though just a child at the age of fifteen.

Living out loud despite all the silence,

having begun to fulfil her dreams.

 

Marching in parades for our President,

the second inaugural of Barack Obama.

A national hero and Chicago resident,

living with her daddy and mama.

 

Streamlining her place within history,

becoming the change our country needs.

Whose hallowed voice of angelic mystery,

brought the world down on its knees.