My eyes can
see angels
when I look
up high,
They watch
over me
even when I
cry.
I can see
angels
I can even
touch their wings,
They have
been known to hold me
and bless me
when they sing.
Why do I see
their beauty
as they fly
in the clouds,
Why do they
feel my sorrow
when I talk
out loud.
Why do they
bring me comfort
or care
when I am alone
How can they
understand my loss
and that of
the unknown.
