Everyone has an angel,
Their guardian of life,
There to protect them,
And help them to survive.
My one's called Kylie,
She's one hundred and three,
She helps me see right from wrong,
And has always been there for me.
I've never ever seen her,
But I know that she is here,
Else I wouldn't live the life I do,
Instead, I'd be consumed by fear.
One day I hope to meet her,
To thank her for her kindness,
But for now, I'll just keep on living,
Knowing that she's the light behind all this.
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