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Why Angels Cry
One night I had a dream. It left a tale to tell. I dreamed I saw an angel; poor thing was not so well. His body bruised & battered. His wings were ripped & torn; I saw that he could barely walk. He was so tired and worn. I walked right up & asked him, Angel how could this be? He turned to me & paused a bit. Then these words he spoke to me. I am your guardian Angel, a mighty task as you can be. You've ran almost all your life, and this is what it has done to me. These bruises are from shielding you in times of dire ill. Those drugs you've used so dangerously, I have often paid the bill, My ...Read the full of Why Angels Cry