.last night i had a dream,
it left a tale to tell...
.I dreamed i saw an angel,
poor thing he wasn't well...
.his body was bruised and battered,
his wings were ripped and torn,
the poor angel could hardly walk,
he look so tired and worn...
.I walked right up to ask him,
angel, how could this be ?''...
.he turned around and paused a bit,
then he spoke these words to me...
.I am your guardian angel,
a great task as you can see,
you,ve run amuck all your life,
just look what its done to me!...
.these bruises are from shielding you,
in time both dire and ill,
all those dangerous drugs you,ve used,
I,ve often paid the bill...
.you say my wings are ripped and torn,
a noble badge i wear,
how often they have flown you,
from evils unaware...
.each mark has its own story to tell,
of deadly wounds and battles fought in hell,
you,ve made me wish more than once i was unemployed....
.If only you could make it ,
standing on your own...
.oh, don't fret or worry,
you,ll not be left alone....
.please try and remember,
I'm getting old and frail,
but with the power i get from above,
its impossible for me to fail!...
.politely i replied,
to all that the angel referred...
.I could not believe all that i had herd,
let alone how much he truly cared...
.I wept upon his shoulders,
then i left him in despair...
.the next morning i woke up and pondered,
"should i Even try?..
. and in the distance,
I thought i heard a frail old angel cry....

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