The Voice Of The Angel Is The Voice Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When it's night for one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but it's the angel that whisper respect the more on feel the touch of respect for one feel the touch of the angel for who's eyes twinkle in the night thus the more one hear the voice of the angel of respect but for every whisper that the angel whisper the more one feel the touch of the angel that whisper and yet and yet the voice of the angel that is the voice of respect.



But for every star thus the voice of the angel will touch a heart with respect to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air but when the sun raise for one will see a bird that touch the sky with respect for it's the angel that one see for every min that the bird touch the sky and yet the heart that wish for the touch of respect for every min that one feel the touch of respect but when one feel the breeze that whisper threw a tree thus it's the angel of respect and yet the voice of the angel is the vice of respect.



Where there a star thus one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart but for every warm smile thus the sun will shine in the sky tat the angel fill with respect and yet some where a heart wish for the touch of respect but for every touch of a warm smile thus it's the sun that one feel that will touch one with respect but when one see the angel of respect thus one will wish for the touch of respect and yet the voice of the angel is the voice of respect.