Unknown, unseen, unheard.
Assigned by God?
Obliged by blood?
Serving penance for a crime?
Three times I fell, three times you caught me.
Three times unhurt I felt your touch.
When I walked in darkness, you surely followed.
When I laughed and loved you stood beside.
As days fall from me, I near my time.
You hold my hand and take my weight.
At my final breath you'll stand above me.
You'll see the light dying in my eyes.
You'll feel the heat leave my breast.
Perhaps I'll never know you.
Remain oblivious to your name.
But I've felt your touch, my Guardian Angel,
Now I thank you all the same.
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