My guardian angel, once careless and free

flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.

Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.

Her smile had left us without a trace.

Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared

I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare

I knew that angels, often content

were very special presents that God had sent

To see one so sad,

so afraid,so alone

had made me weep

while the cold winds had blown

Her wings lost feathers

comforting and soft

falling from the stars

floating aloft

Her pain was felt throughout the land

to feel true misery is impossible to stand

I prayed so that when her hurting stops

I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops