I do not know where they come from,
However, angels (those good souls) keep arriving in our life
Come, let's commence the journey, let's soar,
Let's fall, wings shattered, to the earth below,
And rest in the cradle of death's embrace.
Yet, in every moment,
Some angel wraps you in warmth,
Holds you close,
And offers you solace.
This is not the final drop of hope
It is an ocean of faith.
Because, Each time, these angels bring us that boundless belief.
Come, let's go...
The path ahead may stretch far,
The weight we carry may feel immense,
But it matters not.
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