My Angel
A mother's loss becomes her saving grace.
For my baby boy, flying high among the angels. He came to me with broken wings. And he wept bitter tears, He said a fateful day was coming. Full of human fears. He took my hands. He hugged me tight. He sang a song, Filled with fright. My heart swelled large. My thoughts they swam. I pleaded for more, I knew this was the end. He shook his head. He sighed low. He reminded me, I had far to go. He said my mind. Would lead the...
