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