The angel cried upon my life
even after my demise, water
flew from her eyes
I tried and tried to help you
all through out your life, as
my hand was near you holdi
ng that knife
I was there wiping your tears
each and everyday, I whisp
ered into your ear and say,
Oh! child I am here
I was there year after year as
your family gathered with there
family at a thanksgiving cheer
I was there when you felt so all
alone, even at the family reunion
where every one seemed grown up
and that child inside and you wept
in silence all so very alone
I was there when you saw children
as a curse, why not Me God as a
dad, why was everyone gifted all
so very well, Oh it is me Brad the
child all grown up and so very very
sad
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