Angel

The flowers bloomed and the bells rang.

The trumpets blew and the angels sang.

In the early morning dawn, they sent me an angel of my own.

But angels aren’t meant for earth so it wasn’t long before he had to go home.

He taught me about how precious is life.

He showed me the ways of the great light.

With heavenly music, he sang his song of love,

Then on a moonbeam disappeared into the stars above.

I know there will come a time, I don’t know when,

But somewhere in the stars, we will meet again.

When it’s my time, on a moonbeam I will go through.

I know, my angel, I will forever be with you.

STANLEY HENDRIX

08/2008

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