Angel
The days go by without you here,
If only I could change back the hands of time when you were near.
The soft blanket of snow no longer cold,
Because of the heat of the heart you hold.
Your spirit so loving, caring, free,
I'll never forget that day,
May Twenty-Three.
My heart torn up,
Eyes start to cry,
Drop to my knees and wonder why?
But then I remember your face before rest....
It must be because God only takes the best!
Written by : Kristen McGowan
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