Some thoughts coming out of me this eve.
Angels that we are, though most of us have forgotten.
That we came with them attached to our backs.
Some will remember, most will never look.
Those golden wings, that fly us to our ancestors home.
That help guide our way through the day, which keep us
warm at night. That soar us out of trouble and dark places.
Some have found there set of wings. In there trials in this life.
Added by bryan the great on September 25, 2010 at 1:00am — No Comments