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I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He Said you were doin' just great, He said I could visit you sometime, But I can't seem to fit through the gate. I want you to know I miss you, I think of you a lot, But since you're not here With me, my dear, There are lots of things, I'm not. I'm not out there workin the corner Leanin against the wall Waitin for cash, fixin the ash, On a pipe I'll smoke in a hall. I'm not dope-sick and pukin out on the porch floor, Worried how long till you come through the door. I'm sorry I couldn't have stopped you I admit, I didn't try hard, I wasn't aware when you left me there, Death was waiting downstairs, in a car. I know now I couldn't have stopped you, Or even have made you wait, Destiny knocked on the door that night, And told you, You couldn't be late. I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He said I could stop in my mind, Blaming myself, Or anyone else, You were part of God's plan The whole time.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
GUARDIAN ANGEL
I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He Said you were doin' just great, He said I could visit you sometime, But I can't seem to fit through the gate. I want you to know I miss you, I think of you a lot, But since you're not here With me, my dear, There are lots of things, I'm not. I'm not out there workin the corner Leanin against the wall Waitin for cash, fixin the ash, On a pipe I'll smoke in a hall. I'm not dope-sick and pukin out on the porch floor, Worried how long till you come through the door. I'm sorry I couldn't have stopped you I admit, I didn't try hard, I wasn't aware when you left me there, Death was waiting downstairs, in a car. I know now I couldn't have stopped you, Or even have made you wait, Destiny knocked on the door that night, And told you, You couldn't be late. I spoke to your Guardian Angel, He said I could stop in my mind, Blaming myself, Or anyone else, You were part of God's plan The whole time.
Dedicated to the memory of Lori L. Delgado, taken from life in a senseless act of brutality, inspired by the monster of drug addiction. RIP Lori, May your story save at least one life.
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Batswana
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
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