Guardian Angels
I can count my guardian angels
Sittin' in a row
There are some I remember
But I've got some I don't
There's my greatgrandmother
She's somethin' else
She keeps me in good etiquette
A lady in her eyes
There's my grandfather
A man, a buffalo, sometimes
He keeps me in my spirit
My native souls run free
There's my godmother
She's watched me since I was 10
She keeps me passionate
To care, to share, to be, to love
There's my librarian
A man who'd biked all over
He keeps me in my mind
A book at every corner
There's my great aunt
She'll make even the devil smile
SHe keeps me on my toes
A call from her and I'll know
I can feel my guardian angels
Sittin' here in a row
These are just some of them
And they love me even now
Though I didn't name them all
They understand I cry
And as I run this path through life
They catch me when I call
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