Lurking around in this old world,
Are problems we all must face.
There's tribulations to make your head whirl,
That trouble the human race.
It makes one wish that he could fly,
To seek shelter from all the pain.
Really, all one can do is try,
To keep from going insane.
However, in the midst of this troublesome state,
When you feel as though you can't cope,
It never fails and it's never late,
Angels shine brilliant rays of hope.
It sounds strange and even odd,
To believe in something you can't see.
Fact is, placed on this earth by God,
Are angels walking with you and me.
They're not always in white with blonde curls,
They choose to wear a clever disguise.
Some dress up as girls,
And some dress up as guys.
They always offer a helping hand,
When you're surrounded by massive commotion.
Like a meager grain of sand,
Tossed upon the ocean.
Even as angels, they don't all have wings,
Instead they're just like you and I.
But if all angels did have wings,
You could rise to your feet and fly.
Email Kevin:
kevincharles99@yahoo.com
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