Angels Singing
Angels Singing
I am sensible,practical,and have a firm grip on life.
If I never write these words,you might assume I'm right.
Oh,I've been told I'm too intense,
my imagination runs too wild!
I've been told I think and talk to much,
I've been asked to just be quiet.
One day I was quiet to oblige a friend,
I stopped talking to him.
Although my mouth quit moving,
my wind was a hurricane wind!
I looked at trees and buildings and all the people too,
they were wonderfully busy,I had nothing at all to do.
I thought about this deeply,people were rushing through a concrete land,
like robots with wallets and purses in hand.
They were rushing to spend money,this seemed the only plan.
I searched the 'hurry in' signs, good deals were going fast.
It was clear to see the buying fever pleasure wasn't going to last.
I searched within my restless mind to find something for me,
but I had no money and nothing in life is free!
I was ready to despair when I heard the sweetest sound,
it was the voice of angles singing,they were singing all around.
If you,like me find yourself alone and lost,
and don't know what to do,simply stop thinking, be quiet,
let the angels sing for you!
Our lives have a path we must follow,sometime it seems hard and long,
Our lives become richer and much sweeter,when we hear the angels song.
Paula Wagner
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