9 August 2012
Wings. Beautiful crystal white,
They stand out in the sky at night.
Watching over your sleepy head,
As you settle down to bed.
Observing all you ever do,
Theres always an angel watching you.
Some are evil, but most are good,
They direct you in life, like someone should.
You'll never be lost. They're always there,
Getting by through a thread of your hair.
No ones alone with an angel around,
But you don't know they're there... There's not a sound.
Angels. • Opuss № I