Angels

Angels came to me,
And sat on my bed,
Waiting for me to die,
Waiting until I was dead.

God sent the angels,
To carry me home,
Because there is only so long
One can aimlessly roam.

The angels let me pass
Softly to the other side,
They made me feel loved,
So I didn’t want to hide.

People let me live,
But angels let me die,
And I am thankful to the angels,
Because they never made me cry.

Angels put me at peace,
Angels put me at rest,
People hurt me,
But now I am blessed.