Angel Is Gone

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    Angel Is Gone

    God open my mind,show me what am i suppost to do.
    Teach me the way.And show me the path i am suppost to take.
    God give me the strenght ot open my eyes
    And the reasons to breath.
    Show me how to fix a broken heart...
    Forgive me Lord, I feel I cannot carry myself any longer.
    Footprints in the sand...
    The blue in my eyes are gone, And have made the oceans.
    My spirit is gone...
    I am asking for reasons for hope.
    God I am here. I have done right and forgive me for my wrong.
    I have loved like you asked me to
    Only to have my soul be gone...
    Your Angel has abandond me alone in a prison cell.
    The remains of my heart alone burning in hell
    What purpose do I have to be here alone.
    Why did you create us and ask to share, and to care.
    If my Angel is gone...
    In this time of need, I am a broken man
    I look back only to find their are no footprints in the sand...
    The world is passing away...
    And it seems only I know why.
    God show me how to fix a broken heart...
    Show me the reasons why our love has fallen apart
    Why Angel and I had to part
    God show me the way back to the start...
    God forgive me I cannot go on
    Now that my Angel is gone...

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    LadyIntellect commented on Angel Is Gone

    03-31-2009

    Brilliant!I loved it!!!
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    Phoenix9 commented on Angel Is Gone

    02-20-2009

    excellant poem
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    Celestine commented on Angel Is Gone

    02-18-2009

    Love your writing!
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    angelbaby commented on Angel Is Gone

    02-09-2009

    you'r poem is very good im gonna keep it simple.
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    frgy25 commented on Angel Is Gone

    02-09-2009

    I'm sorry to hear about your Angel. It shows that she was very special to you.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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