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While sleeping one night, I had a dream.
And it left a tale to tell.
I dreamt I saw an angel,
and she wasn't looking very well.
Her body was bruised and battered,
her wings were ripped and torn.
I saw that she could barely walk,
she was tired, weak and worn.
I walked over and I asked her,
angel, how could this be?
She tried to smile as she gathered her thoughts,
then these woeds she said to me.
" I'm your guardian angel,
quite a task, as you can see.
You've lived a very WILD life,
with that you must agree.
You've broken loves and broken hearts,
what you see is what you've done to me.
The bruises are from shielding you,
I do my best, even still.
The drugs you used so dangerously,
for it was me that paid the bill.
My wings you see are ripped and torn,
a noble badge I bear.
So many times they have shielded you,
from troubles that you were unaware.
Yes... ... ... Each mark bears a story,
of pains and dangers I have destroyed.
You've made me wish more times than once,
that I was unemployed.
If only you would embrace life,
and choose to do so on your own.
It would stop all the pain and suffering,
that comes from being alone.
I will always be here to watch over you,
until my powers fail.
All I can say is, I'm getting old, weak and frail."
When I awoke,
I thought about that dream,
and how much she seemed to care.
Then I looked around these cold prison walls,
and my heart sank in deep despair.
As for some kind of life within these walls,
I wondered, why even try?
Then distantly.... I thought I heard An Angel Cry...
JR
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