| My Guardian Angel |
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| Wednesday, 20 August 2008 10:11 |
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One night I had a dream, it left a tale to tell. I dreamed I saw an angel, poor thing he wasn't well. His body bruised and battered, his wings were ripped and torn, I saw that he could barely walk, he looked so tired and worn. I walked right up and asked him, how can this be? He turned and paused a bit, these wordz he spoke to me: I'm your Gaurdian Angel, a great task as you can see. You have run a muck all year, look what you have done to me. These bruises are from shielding you, in time of dire ill, the drugs you used so dangerously, I've paid for that bill. My wings you say are ripped and torn, a noble badge I bear, they've flown for you so many times, from evils unaware. Each mark has it's own story of deadly wounds destroyed, you've made me wish more times than once that I was unemployed. If you could make it standing on your own, but please don't fret or worry, you are never left alone. I'm here to watch over you until my powers fail, you've made i much easier sitting there in jail. I could hardly believe what I had seen, let alone how much he cared. I wept on his broad shoulder and left in despair. When I looked in the mirror the next morning, I pondered why should I even try? Then distantly I heard a frail ~old~ Angel cry... -Unknown |
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