My Angels
They say friends will be there until the end
That’s why I don’t call my group my friends
I rather that I call them my angels instead
Because they’ll be in my heart even after I’m dead
And I’ll be on theirs like a real tattoo
Now and forever I’ll be with you
My angels know how to keep me strong
Without my angels everything is wrong
I am not worthy of their heavenly love
Yet I fly with them in the skies above
My angels a true; my angels are sweet
The sweetest angels to ever meet
With smiles of the sun and hearts of pure gold
Their comfort keeps me from ever being cold
And when they build up right through the stars
Passing the moon and passing even Mars
I feel like holding them to keep forever
For they are the jewels that made everything better
They’re the reason I get through the day
Just by burning all my pain away
I call them my angels instead of my friends
Because we’ll be together even after the ends
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