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Beautiful angel

Beautiful angel why are you crying?  
 I know the world can seem crueler than expected.  
 Our soldiers are dying, children are left in tears crying.  
 The days and nights feeling as if they go on forever.  
 Pain is as common as breathing, or so it seems.  
 The world where you come from is bright and full of light.  
 Here there only glimpses of what you hoped it be every day.    
 I see the weight of the world is on your very shoulders,  
 though you don’t have to uphold it alone.    
 Here let me help you up lovely angel, it will all turn out okay.  
 Pull your wings from the mud and let them spread.  
 Allow yourself to open up and believe again, to fly.  
 People need you here to help bring your world closer to us.  
 The angel stands and says no my dear child the world needs more  
 people like you and it will be a better place. Your love shines brightly  
 through you, and when the time comes that people realize that love  
 is made not bought, and power lies within the strength of helping others  
 then the world will be closer to my home. Seeing you has made me believe  
 again. Miracles can happen and they can start with just a single being.  
 
Moral of the story? When you see someone down and in need of help go to them be the hope they need to help them get through the day, because you never know who you could be helping.
brokenyetstrong
Written by brokenyetstrong
Published | Edited 23rd Jan 2016
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