Angels
I look at you and wonder why,
I think this every day.
Do angels fall or do they die,
Or in heaven do they stay.
Upon this earth are angels here,
Hiding from you and I.
Because if not it's this I fear,
What happens when we die.
I understand the answer dear,
If there are angels in our lives.
They do not hide but they are here,
You're the angel in my eyes.
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