My Little Angel
Angel are treadingWhere demons tend to roam
I'm amongst the group
Looking for my home
My wings are useless
They wont let me fly
But I still flap them
Until I want to cry
But I met an angel
With wings so new
Yes I met her one day
The angel is you
They took my wings
But you helped me fly
I've been down for so long
Yet you brought me so high
But now the demons run
They surround me again
And wrap me in a blanket
Of worthless little sins
Will you be my hero
Will you rescue me
My little angel that is my plea.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 10:28
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