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I'm sitting in a little room, like a part of something that's wrong
I talk to a little wounded girl and say a little prayer for her
The night is coming along and soon it's night
The house is full of nurses and sick people

One nurse just dropped by, I try to brighten her up
With a song, that I used to sing when I was here before

Some are wounded, some getting better
Some are sad, some are glad

I'm wounded but I'm getting better
But soon I'm gonna be glad

All she was, was a bad girl, sent out to penetrate my heart and leave me burning
I don't know how I got along, but I know I'm alone, and where she went
I couldn't follow, I couldn't follow, all she left, all she left, was a heart
So please help me, send me angel to brighten up my life, and light up my soul





Poetry by Birdie
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Written on 2005-08-27 at 21:19

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epohonci
i agree with the comment that we all, indeed, could use an angel

:)

makes me shudder to think of the hospital tho.....
(makes a grimace, just thinking of)
2005-08-27


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a nice poem, i think we could all do with an angel to brighten us up.
2005-08-27