Sitting on a piece of slag, <br />on a molten world that is filling with hate and fear, <br />just waiting for my angel to appear. <br />And if she appears to open my eyes, <br />to a world that was meant to be unique with no equal. <br />Oh won't that be a beautiful day, <br />when my angel comes. <br />Wings open so wide, ready to take to the sky, <br />with a majestic twinkle and beauty in her eyes. <br />So don't envy her or I, <br />for we only want to spread peace and love. <br />Oh won't that be beautiful day, <br />when my angel comes............ <br /> <br />AAM............<br /><br />Randy Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-my-angel/
