WITHOUT ANGELS
I’D BE LOST WITHOUT MY ANGELS
WHO GUIDE ME THROUGH EACH DAY
THEY SPREAD THEIR LOVE AROUND ME
IT’S ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY
THEY COMFORT ME IN SAD TIMES
AND CHUCKLE WHEN I LAUGH
THEY EVEN JUST IGNORE ME
WHEN I’M BEING DAFT
IT’S SUCH A JOY TO HAVE THEM
NO MATTER WHERE I ROAM
WITH ANGELS ALL AROUND ME
I’LL NEVER FEEL ALONE
Withered Dreams
I am lost in Withered Dreams
Where once I saw a future
Now holds forgotten schemes
The book that I’ve been reading
Now races to its end
And all its final chapters
Will make me see my friend
That life it has no ending
But forever tells its tales
That each and everyone of us
Who comes to earth will play
Some chapters will be tragic
And some so full of light
But each must be encountered
Before all things come right
And we each one the author
Of what we have in store
In every breathing moment
We must in life endure
While chasing to our end
Thought to Ponder – “My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”- George R R Martin
Music on You Tube – Mac Wiseman – It rains just the same in Missouri.
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