My Angel
She's bout to leave I know she shall,
I hope she soars to where she dreams,
And yet it seems that though I wish,
For her to go her way towards God,
I want to keep her heare with me,
To once more see her face that sends,
My heart to where I've seldom been,
But I shall think back to her eyes,
And that shall get me up this morn,
She is my life,
She is my heart,
She is my love,
She is my soul,
And when she flies up toward God, as I know she's born to do,
I shall grab a hold and sor,
With my angel I adore.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
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