The scratching of a pencil
On a piece of paper
Writing a poem about an angel,
Who seems to have saved her
He has shown her
There is no such thing as being too bold
And it doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks
So she’s to forget everything unimportant that she is told
There are a few days
When he’s to guide her with his light
So she’ll make the correct decisions
And choose the paths that are right
There are times
He takes her by her hand
Whenever she is confused
He helps her understand
To everyone else he may not look like an angel
To them he is just an ordinary guy
But to her
He is an angel in disguise
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