They Speak of Hope
The angels speak to us,
they say the things we need to hear.
Though they don't make a fuss,
they're with us year after year.
When we refuse to see,
and don't want to play that role.
They'll give the push we need,
and chalk up one for the soul.
For time passes so fast,
and our lives soon near the end.
Their spell of love is cast,
for the broken hearts to mend.
Like stars at night that shine,
a gift from the great divine!
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