Poetry

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At the ending of the day when I'm weary
after a waterfall of tears have all been cried-
and I'm feeling like the skies will always be dreary-
nothing's there to fill the emptiness inside.

I lay my head upon my favorite pillow
just close my eyes to block all the sorrow-
wonderin' where I'll ever find the strength inside-
to do it all again- tomorrow.

And then I feel it-
inside me.
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.

It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings.

The sun comes up, it's time to face the day
and I think that things are going to be all right-
But as the day wears on my nerves begin to fray-
I feel the hollowness that creeps in every night.

And like clockwork all the tears begin to fall
As I look at my reflection in the glass-
the eyes looking back at me make me feel small-
and I ask, my God, how long's this going to last?

And then I feel it-
inside me.
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.

It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings. (Thank God for your angel wings) © Ellen M. DuBois

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