GODS ANGEL WHO BECAME MY FRIEND
(c) 2016 - Written By: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Sometimes in life people are sent our way
For reasons to which we cannot say
To give a gentle touch or simple smile
To make life better for just a while
Like a part time Angel who becomes your friend
With a Heart so big, It has no end
It's Gods little way to make you see
That there's a brighter tomorrow, if you only believe
A friend who listens with an open mind
God's special angel who gives you their time
One who never judges you for your ways
And will laugh at your jokes and hurt's for your pain
So when that time comes and our days are through
When we no longer will see each other again
Just know, each night I will always say a Prayer for you
For your Gods Angel, who became my friend
And when my days seem so low
I'll remember that Angel God had sent my way
The one whose gentle touch and simple smile
Who made life better, for a while
The one who never judged me and gave me her time
To make those dark days seem so worth wild
Who hurt for my pain and laughed at my jokes
Who prayed to God, to give me hope
So know that God sends Angels in many ways
To help us through our toughest days
Angels that show up for just a while
An Angel who becomes a friend and makes you smile
So when that time comes and our days are through
When we no longer will see each other again
Just know, each night, I will always say a Prayer for you
Because your Gods Angel who became my friend
(c) 2016 - Written By: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Sometimes in life people are sent our way
For reasons to which we cannot say
To give a gentle touch or simple smile
To make life better for just a while
Like a part time Angel who becomes your friend
With a Heart so big, It has no end
It's Gods little way to make you see
That there's a brighter tomorrow, if you only believe
A friend who listens with an open mind
God's special angel who gives you their time
One who never judges you for your ways
And will laugh at your jokes and hurt's for your pain
So when that time comes and our days are through
When we no longer will see each other again
Just know, each night I will always say a Prayer for you
For your Gods Angel, who became my friend
And when my days seem so low
I'll remember that Angel God had sent my way
The one whose gentle touch and simple smile
Who made life better, for a while
The one who never judged me and gave me her time
To make those dark days seem so worth wild
Who hurt for my pain and laughed at my jokes
Who prayed to God, to give me hope
So know that God sends Angels in many ways
To help us through our toughest days
Angels that show up for just a while
An Angel who becomes a friend and makes you smile
So when that time comes and our days are through
When we no longer will see each other again
Just know, each night, I will always say a Prayer for you
Because your Gods Angel who became my friend
A SIMPLE PRAYER, A SHOT OF WHISKEY AND HIS 22
© March 2021 - Written by: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
His hands were folded tightly, in a moment of silent Prayer
It's been a long and hellish journey wondering, does anyone even care
A road that's been long dark and hazy, that never seems to end
With countless twists, bumps and turns, but yet, never willing to bend
With tears in his eyes, from such a long painful day
Looking for the Lord to tell him, all will be OK
He wonders how much longer, can these old legs travel
That now have become his daily pain, with even more uphill battles
Years pass quickly in this old man's tired dreams
Hurt and confused from all that it was, and all that it still seems
But still, there's a chance to turn these wrongs into rights once again
With some hope, faith, and luck while praying to God, that this won't be the end
With open fields of beauty, in front of the eyes of his tortured mind
Knowing there are more uncertain journeys throughout even more uncertain times
It's been a life of constant hell, this old man has traveled through
Sadly now, it has all come down to, a simple Prayer, a shot of whiskey, and yes, his 22
It's a hell of a way to go, but why in the hell should he stay
Just more tears added to his story of what's left, of his finale days
With his head hung low, questioning, if he has truly done his best
While bruised, battered and torn thinking, has he failed this test
With one last thought he wonders, do you really love me, do you Lord
Or will the end come quickly from a life he can no longer afford
With thoughts so dark, while wishing peace would finally come his way
Yet knowing peace didn't come yesterday, so why would peace come today
But still there are opened fields of beauty in front of the eyes of his tortured mind
Knowing there are more uncertain journeys throughout even more uncertain times
It's been a life of constant hell this old man has traveled through
Sadly now, it has all come down to, a simple Prayer, a shot of whiskey, and yes, his 22
© March 2021 - Written by: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
His hands were folded tightly, in a moment of silent Prayer
It's been a long and hellish journey wondering, does anyone even care
A road that's been long dark and hazy, that never seems to end
With countless twists, bumps and turns, but yet, never willing to bend
With tears in his eyes, from such a long painful day
Looking for the Lord to tell him, all will be OK
He wonders how much longer, can these old legs travel
That now have become his daily pain, with even more uphill battles
Years pass quickly in this old man's tired dreams
Hurt and confused from all that it was, and all that it still seems
But still, there's a chance to turn these wrongs into rights once again
With some hope, faith, and luck while praying to God, that this won't be the end
With open fields of beauty, in front of the eyes of his tortured mind
Knowing there are more uncertain journeys throughout even more uncertain times
It's been a life of constant hell, this old man has traveled through
Sadly now, it has all come down to, a simple Prayer, a shot of whiskey, and yes, his 22
It's a hell of a way to go, but why in the hell should he stay
Just more tears added to his story of what's left, of his finale days
With his head hung low, questioning, if he has truly done his best
While bruised, battered and torn thinking, has he failed this test
With one last thought he wonders, do you really love me, do you Lord
Or will the end come quickly from a life he can no longer afford
With thoughts so dark, while wishing peace would finally come his way
Yet knowing peace didn't come yesterday, so why would peace come today
But still there are opened fields of beauty in front of the eyes of his tortured mind
Knowing there are more uncertain journeys throughout even more uncertain times
It's been a life of constant hell this old man has traveled through
Sadly now, it has all come down to, a simple Prayer, a shot of whiskey, and yes, his 22
