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Angel
Oh when the angels come
To guide me home
Will you be there
My dear
For when the angels come
And grace is upon me
Will you sing for thee
Until the angels come
I shall bide my time
By counting out each dime
For when the angels come
they shall turn the night
Into day and make it bright
Once again.
To guide me home
Will you be there
My dear
For when the angels come
And grace is upon me
Will you sing for thee
Until the angels come
I shall bide my time
By counting out each dime
For when the angels come
they shall turn the night
Into day and make it bright
Once again.
Published 3rd Jul 2013
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4th Jul 2013 00:00am
The "once again" ending lead me to think that you've died before....I'm curious to know what you actually meant by that??
4th Jul 2013 2:42am
I think he was referring to how the days use to be bright and vibrant full of light but they gone away from a life become callous but the question in the poem obviously leads to a positive answer in the end simply with the words "once again". Great writing just my interpretation of it.
4th Jul 2013 12:13pm
