My Angel

I am as happy as a bird for her,

And will be as beautiful as an angel,

I wonder who started the hard math that is the angle,

I hear a laugh that is gone as yesterday's song bird,

I see a face that is quiet but always heard,

I want to runaway and cry,

But that just wouldn't be right,

I am as happy as a singing bird for her and will be as beautiful as an angel.

I pretend my smile inside did not die,

I feel her watching eye,

I touch her missing memory,

I worry she is being filed away with an Emory,

I cry every time I remember she's not there,

I am as happy as a singing bird for her ans will be as beautiful as an angel

I understand I can never again feel her hair,

She is waiting, standing there,

I dream she is whispering in my ear,

I try to make is so they won't see my tear,

I hope my heart won't rip and tear,

I am as happy as a singing bird for her and will be as beautiful as an angel.

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