Angel
Angels
I give you something to carry on up
Wings spread like a curtain
Under circumstances its uncertain
Looking at a child given life
Just to have it taken away
We preach what is spoken
But never what is thought when
Angels carry them away.
We grow up to look down
not up, but took down
a child we once were
but never could see how
we weren't taken by an Angel
but looked down on.
Give me a hug Angel,
I just want to use your hands to feel certain
That one day you and i can be certain that
You will carry me away
Even on the day before
My Last Day.
Angels
This poem is about:
Our world