Last night I had a dream,
it had a tale to tell.
I dreampt I saw an angel,
Poor thing, he wasn't well.
His body was bruised and battered,
His wings were ripped and torn.
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and warn.
I walked up to him and asked,
"angel, how can this be?"
He turned around and paused a bit
then he spoke these words to me.
"I am your Guardian angel,
A great task as you can see.
You've run amuck all your life
Look what it's done to me!
These bruises are from shielding you
in times both dire and ill.
All those dangerouse drugs you used
it was I that often paid the bill.
You see my wings are ripped and torn
but it's a noble badge I wear.
How often these wings have flown you,
from dangers you where un-aware
If only you could make it,
standing on your own.
But don't you fret or worry,
You'll never be left alone."
I couldn't believe all that I heard
Let alone how much I cared.
Then I wept apon his shoulder,
And I left him in dispair.
The next morning I sat and pondered,
"Should I realy try?"
Then somewhere in the distance
I heard that frail old angel cry.
