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Fallen angels

Thursday 5 March 2009 . 20:36

Life’s a bitch, life is tough,
It’s easy to grumble, huff and puff,
Sadly situations pain us deep within,
Which often forbid us from wearing a grin.

We feel angry and sad give the world our back,
To hide in the shadows we dress in black,
We frown we cringe for a day or two,
And people ask “why are you blue?”

Then comes the day when you hit the bottom,
When you hit yourself hard on the ground,
The day when you feel most forgotten,
You learn a lesson so profound

A tap on the shoulder, a good slap in the face,
An outstretched arm, a warm embrace,
A listening ear, an encouraging smile,
A hand to hold on that extra mile,

A word of wisdom, a steady presence,
A patient soul, a comforting silence,
A shelter, a rest, a shoulder to cry on,
A soothing light, a breaking dawn,

I thank you my friend for being by my side,
For being patient and walking my stride,
I thank you for loving and believing in me,
And foreseeing from now what I’m meant to be

I’ll carry an umbrella to shelter from the rain,
I’ll go to a doctor and heal the pain,
I promise I’ll hang on and hold my head high,
I’ll spread my wings, I’m ready to fly.

I promise I’m here if you’re ever in need,
I’ll push you on to help you succeed,
I’ll pick you up if you ever fall,
And help you climb over the wall,

We are both fallen angels, missing one wing,
We walk these streets thirsting the sky,
So if we lean on one another and join our strengths,
Together, as one, we can fly!


By Martine
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