When the Angels Come
When the Angels Come
Kevin Davis 2026
Some nights when sleep won’t come to me,
I drift in thoughts too deep to see.
At 3 a.m., when the world is still,
The Angels come and bend my will.
They sit beside my restless mind,
Untie the knots that worries bind.
They turn my darkness into light
And guide me gently through the night.
From all they teach, I find my way,
Transforming shadows into day.
With morning’s glow, my hopes begin—
My mind made clear, I’m poised to win.
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