At times we all feel we are being watched over by someone, all our actions guided by someone. Some of us call it our instinct, But I call it my GAURDIAN ANGEL
My Angel is here while I sleep And here while Im awake Silently watching over me With every move I make
He sees me even though were not together He speaks to me even when I can not hear But to me that matters not For somehow he is always quite near.
He seems to understand To know my plight But now thats not enough To keep my heart and mind free from fight.
He has touched my heart In a way quite like no other before But it is I alone who must decide If I should completely open up that door
My heart screams a deafening yes My mind retorts with a thunderous no Sometimes I wish the future would break And give me all it has to show
He is not part of my life as I write this now And I know that only time holds the key But I still cant help but want and think One day soon he shall be with me
Fate has chosen him and for that I am thankful For he is my watcher and distant guide The one who has taken my heart and mind On one long and never-ending ride
He means the world to me And probably always will For he is... My Angel
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