Angle’s Pride

You make me smile
You make me cry
When I think about you
I know you shall be fine
My life was so empty without you
That everything could be easily looked through
I whispered with pain- unheard, unseen groan
Then I see you there, when I looked up high
Just beneath the glare of God.
With an angel’s pride.

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