angels gather all around <br />angels down here on the ground <br />angels wings are white and frail <br />angels won't sing there hearts to hell <br />angels sad and <br />angels mad <br />angels may not sing again <br />angels fly up to the sky <br />to see a place that we recognize <br />so angels smile across the day <br />and when night comes they <br />hit the hay<br /><br />Hayley Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-58/
