While sleeping last night, I had a dream, it left a tale to tell; I saw an angel, she wasn’t looking well. Her body was bruised and battered; her wings ripped and torn. I saw that she could barely walk; She was tired and she was worn. I walked over then and asked her; Angel how can this be She tried to smile as she gathered her thoughts, then these words she said to me: I am your guardian angel, quite a task as you can see. You have lived a very wild life, with that you must agree. You have broken law and broken hearts, you see what you have done to me. These bruises are from shielding you; I do my best even still. The drugs you have used so dangerously, I often pay the bill. My wings you see are ripped and torn, a noble badge I bare; So many times they have shielded you from dangers that you were unaware. Yes, each mark bares a story of pain and dangers I have destroyed. You made me wish, more than once, that I was unemployed. If you would only embrace life, and choose to do so on your own, It would stop the pain and suffering that comes from being alone. I will always be there to watch over you, until my powers fail. When I awoke I thought about the dream; how much for life I care. The I looked around my prison cell, And my Heart sank in despair. As for helping myself from within these walls, I wonder;should I even try? Then distantly I could hear an old frail Angel cry.
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