Perhaps there are angels that
watch over me.
Perhaps there are twinkly-beings that
light my way.
Perhaps there are helpers that
guide my daily strivings and focus my efforts.
There are, there are, there are.
Someone to watch over me
when despair strikes
when sadness wearies
when the way is unclear
when joy is felt and calling to be shared
when excitement is felt and calling to be shown.
Someone to light my way
when the path is blurred
and the signs are missing.
Someone to guide my daily stri...
Published on July 26, 2015 05:35