Angels watch over us,
Each and everyday,
Although we may not see them,
They're never far away
They're in the early sunrise,
They watch us while we sleep,
They're in the lovely moonlit sky,
They comfort us as we weep.
We all have a guardian angel,
Who lifts us when we fall,
I'm such a true believer,
They hear us when we call.
Life is such a mystery,
I hope that when I die,
My angel will come down for me,
And we will fly so high.
Jayne Louise Davies
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