My Guardian Angel

May 19, 2009
By Anonymous

Oh My Guardian Angel,
Save me from this place,
Protect me with thoes delicate things that you call wings,
Whipe away the tears I shead,
While you put me down to sleep,
Telling me to rest my head,
Tell me theres no hurt; no pain,
No more cutting of the vain,

Please take me when you fly away,
And promis to never look back on this afwel day,
I will hold you tight if I may,
To know everythings going to be ok,

Shield me from the lies, and hate,
That chevelle away at my face,
And make me feel like a big disgrace,
Oh My Guardian Angel,
Protect me with thoes delicate things tht you call wings.

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