The Angels Fly

The Angels Fly







The Angels are watching from high they look,

Ready to aid the ones death took.

The tears they cry, roll down their cheeks,

As they swoop down with their golden wings.



So why did this happen on this day,

All the nations came forth to pray.

We band together though at times we stand apart,

Everyone felt some kind of pain in their heart.



Angels fly as they gather their dead,

Tears from their eyes, loss of life so sad.

My prayers follow along,

As the angels carry the dead home.

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