I know there’s something, that I do not see
But somehow I feel it, all around me
It gives me warm feelings, when I act really good
As I get older, I now act as I should
It might be my age, that I am starting to feel
Helping my soul, I am trying to heal
When I now sleep, beside my new wife
I do remember, those times in my life
I wasn’t perfect, I did all the things
That being young, we just called them flings
My mind wasn’t molded, I didn’t think clearly
I think I hurt people, that I loved real dearly
I heard of angels, all bright with a glow
If they were here, wouldn't I know
I’ve heard some stories, more good then are bad
They pray for our souls and never get mad
Maybe sometime, someday or someplace
I’ll meet my angel, she’ll show her face
Something inside me, answers my plea
Why look for an angel, one sleeps beside me
2007-08-03
01:24:34
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