Guardian Angel Of Mine

GUARDIAN ANGEL OF MINE

My heart feels the impact, of what's going round,  me
my head is dictating, what my heart should be feeling,
Perhaps I should not feel at all... but go back into limbo
But I like what am feeling,  I've become alive, feeling good

but the feelings that am feeling...perhaps not good for me.
I was living in a limbo, dead inside of me,
then an angel woke me up ...from my living dead limbo
And I rather like it, I can feel...as papa would say,

Feel just feel, in you mind in your heart in your soul
That's when he was teaching, me the music that now I can't live without
Loving it with the whole of being, my soul, you wouldn't believe
That one's could cry listening to a beautiful piece of music

It's been such a long time...Since I felt so alive...from morning till night
It's wonderful am feeling...and not wishing me dead
Don't know how long it'll last, It'll last as long as it will
But for now, I am alive, until the s..t hits the fan

Quite frankly I don't care... for, am living for the here and now
My guardian angel stepped in. so I could rise above myself
Am glad he did, for I was in a heap...feeling sorry for myself.
And who says there's going to be a tomorrow, for any of us

As I wake up in the morning, I see the beauty around me
I look out in my garden and see what I've achieved
My trees my plants, that I've started all from a seed...
My Japanese Acer's, look's so wonderful, as they are now

much taller than me...The kiwi vines grew from a seed
some of my grape vines too, some were seeds from the fruits I've eaten
while others were cuttings, from wherever I go walking about
I come back with a pocket full, of seeds and the odd cutting or two

All of my plants were grown this way, it seems I have green fingers
or so they say, They were tended with care and love
from the time of germination the seedlings like my baby's
they were tended with love...I fed them watered and weeded each and every little one

Just like my guardian angel... try's to keep propping me up
No one has ever believed in me like he does, no one ever tried
I went to hell and back...before he showed up.
At times, I felt pain when he ignores me

In my heart I kept the sorrow, wondering why he'd abandon me
I love his words his verses his poems, there's like a balm to me
Then I'll write my own as he encouraged me
without him, there wouldn't be a tomorrow, full of expectancy,

Expecting to find a world out there...that would welcome me
To see what my guardian angel...and I share
A mutual respect for the other...but I can be a cheeky little beggar
That drives him round the bend no doubt. what the hell has he got into he might say

He unleashed feelings, that I didn't know I possessed...
Feelings of love, for those surrounding me, now am floating on a cloud...
My guardian Angel and I...waiting for the verses,
That sure are coming my way...Tiamo  my guardian Angel...come what may...

                               By Connie James.