Last night I had a dream
I dreamed I saw an Angel;
His body bruised and battered
This Angel could hardly walk,
I walked right up to him to ask;
He turned around and paused a (bit),
"I'm Your Guardian Angel,
You've run amok most all your life:
These bruises are from shielding Ýou
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
You see my wings are ripped and torn;
Each mark is it's own story
You made me wish~~more than once
If only you could make ít
Oh, don't you fret or worry
I could not believe all I had heard,
I wept upon his shoulder,
The next day I sat and pondered:
And in the distance I thought I heard;
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It had a tale to tell.
Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His wings were ripped and torn
He looked so tired and worn.
Angel? How can this be?
Then he spoke these words to me:
A great task as you can see.
Look what it's done to me.
In times both dire and íll.
I've often paid the bill
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware.
of deadly wounds destroyed.
That I was unemployed.
Standing on your own;
but please try to remember
I'm getting old and frail.
Let alone how much he cared.
Then left him ín despair.
Should I really try?
A frail Old Angel Cry.