Treasure Island

Kelly Aragon

(November 27,2009 / Santa Clara)

My Angel


Dance my angel,
Show no fear,
Show your love,
And show your tears,

Fly my angel,
Spread your wings,
Glide down to me,
Into my reach,

Sing my angel,
And let them hear,
That beautiful voice,
I've heard for years,

Fear nothing my angel,
God will protect you,
This time he won't let,
Anything hurt you,

Cry my angel,
Don't hold back tears,
For it will rain,
Down here on Earth,

My friend, my angel,
Ever since you died,
I do miss you,
But I can't cry,

So smile my angel,
I'll tell you why I don't cry,
Because no matter how far,
We stay apart,
I love you my angel,
You'll stay in my heart.

Submitted: Friday, January 15, 2010
Edited: Friday, January 15, 2010

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