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Guidance


Lost in the dark woods Stumbling through the leaves. Trying to find a familiar face My heart begins to race. Night was beginning to break And I was scared and alone. Then a pretty old woman Touched my hand and helped me home. You may not see them But I feel them standing there. They guide in my heart And they’re in every single prayer. Angels come from up above To show us support and love. They never judge or laugh at us But simply protect and guide us. Every one of us has an angel To calm our every fear. But listen closely to what they say They just might be showing you the way.
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