I go to bed with Angels on my pillow
They hold me and care for me
just like I was little
They watch me while im awake
They talk to me when im up late.
They calm me when I want to cry
They've taught me not to lie
and held my hand when people die.
They wear clothes like you and me
except they have wings and wear a rosary.
They talk to god and help me thru
anything I'll ever do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem