Guardian Angel

Who told you that? You weren't there, If I'm small to know, Many tongue will err, The listener is selling a tactful lie, It's done with a croon, I'm not a cruel heart to fly, Every poison of truth settled to comply, What else again? I won't pick a brain, Not about leasing you a reign, She must be the older? Yet still,I'm the beholder, Where she's going I'm not caring, Maybe when I do what she do, Happiness will win for us two, Mum already calls me Walkingshoes, Thus the possession of active tools, I'm lighted in a sun, Come on,every work is ever done, Since you're stiffed in my arm, You're with the historical champ, Secured from their wicked avenge, Feel the trace of revenge, Stay calmed!