He used to sing to me
With a slow, meaningful , lull  of a voice that was calming yet painful to listen to him, because there was so much more than just the words.
I miss his singing.
It used to remind me I was alive. Reminded me I hurt...and that's okay.
But my music is gone.
I no longer can listen to a cover of a song I had never heard before but felt I had heard it a thousand times...or even when he sang with no real words...my heart would melt. I saw human in such a pure form...
He used to sing for me and take the pain away.

"It's hard not to believe in angels when one's sitting next to you, holding your hand."

(Angel Warriors)

Angel Warriors by our side
Be our lamp, our light and guide
Guardian Angels hear our prayer
Keep us in thy loving care

Guardians of light of love and of truth
Unseen warriors fighting for you
Though you can't touch them they are always close by
No need to fear so wipe the tear from your eye

Angel Warriors by our side
Be our lamp, our light and guide
Guardian Angels hear our prayer
Keep us in thy loving care

They guard and protect you they'll keep you from harm
Though you can't see them don't be alarmed
There is never a moment when you are all alone
They are present always; even when they aren't shown

Angel Warriors by our side
Be our lamp, our light and guide
Guardian Angels hear our prayer
Keep us in thy loving care

They walk right beside you wherever you go
I feel a calm, a peace; and in my heart I know
Watching over you all day and when you sleep at night
Surrounded by the enemy they stand and fight

Angel Warriors by our side
Be our lamp, our light and guide
Guardian Angels hear our prayer
Keep us in thy loving care

I kneweth when God saidst
Let there be light;
He wouldst sendeth an angel to me
It was Jane in the night.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I lived in darkness
For way to long;
But then mine angel
Cameth along.

She woreth a feather
Filipino brawn;
Native ******
She strummed me song's.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

Milady, I would join the war for you
Barefooted may I be, will walk into the battlefield,
As I have a gun with one bullet,
A rusty sword and no helmet,

I will be preparing,
I am planning,
I was praying,

But, an unexpected knife
Pierced through my beating chest,
Killed me, right before I was to enter the war; with me not being able to use any of what I have