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Spiritwind Wood

(04/07/1968 / West Virginia)

I Talked To An Angel Tonight


Feeling like nothing was going right
like there was no hope in sight
thought I was here alone
just weighing pepples to a stone

But I know everything will be alright
because I talked to an Angel tonight
She said son now don't weep
close your eyes now and sleep
and I will pray your soul to keep

She said never give up and always believe
because beside you I will never leave
I will be here to stay
and walk with you each and every day
and now I know it will be alright
because I talked to an Angel tonight
Spiritwind-2013

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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