My Guardian Angel

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You used to stand so big and tall;
fighting for all of us, great and small.
Time has revealed a greater truth,
Sometimes angels wear combat boots.

When I was small, I held your hand
You were always gone and I didn't understand
Now I'm older and know the truth
Sometimes angels wear combat boots

When you have fallen to your knees,
I know exactly where you'll be.
I saw you fly and that's my proof, that
Sometime angels wear combat boots. 

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