We all have little angels.
We all have little angels,
Looking down on us,
We know they are there,
But we don't want to make a fuss.
We often sit with tears,
In the corner of our eyes,
We try to forget our loss,
And let the world go by.
We feel the sorrow every day,
Deep within our tender hearts,
Sometimes it's so overwhelming,
Which ripped our worlds apart.
We live in hope that one day,
When it is our time to leave,
That we have lots of loved ones,
To also pray and grieve.
Written by David Boyce
27 December 2015
David Boyce © 2015
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