Tiffany's Place
A Frail Old Angel's Cry
Last night I had a dream
His body bruised and battered
I walked right up to him to ask;
"I'm Your Guardian Angel,
These bruises are from shielding you
You see my wings are ripped and torn;
You made me wish~~more than once-
Oh, don't you fret or worry
I could not believe all I had heard,
The next day I sat and pondered:
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It had a tale to tell.
I dreamed I saw an Angel;
Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His wings were ripped and torn
This Angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.
Angel? How can this be?
He turned around and paused a (bit),
Then he spoke these words to me:
A great task as you can see.
You've run amok most all your life:
Look what it's done to me.
In times both dire and �ll.
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
I've often paid the bill
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware.
Each mark is it's own story
of deadly wounds destroyed.
That I was unemployed.
If only you could make �t
Standing on your own;
but please try to remember
I'm getting old and frail.
Let alone how much he cared.
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him �n despair.
Should I really try?
�nd �n the distance I thought I heard;
A frail Old Angel Cry.
