My guardian angel, once careless and free
Flew into the clouds and lost touch with me
Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face
Her smile left without a trace.
Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared
I felt rain clouds visiting and had to prepare
I knew that angels, often content
Were very special presents that God had sent
To see one so sad
So afraid
So alone
Had made me weep while the cold winds had blown
Her wings lost feathers
Comforting and soft
Falling from stars
Floating aloft
Her pain was felt throughout the land
To feel true misery is impossible to stand
I prayed so that when her hurting stops
I’ll be able to taste the angel’s teardrops.
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