In Memory of an Angel Featured
- Written by Michael Allen
- Friday, 22 June 2012 14:34
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I remember. I remember you!
On a warm day . . . On the porch swing in the sunlight.
With your flowers . . . Singing church songs in your white dress.
I was standing by you when you fell down and took your last breath.
You were not so old then . . . They played the violin over your coffin.
Angel! I want to know where do the angels go.
I want to know who hides the sun.
I want to know who keeps watch of you all through the night.
Angel! Tell the angels you have come.
Tell them I already have one!
A hundred years ago . . . I’ve grown a few since then.
A thousand miles . . . a million people I have met.
And yet I still come home to find the place where you were laid.
In all my travels . . . it’s not any easier to get through the day.
I want to know where do the angels go.
I want to know who hides the sun.
I want to know who keeps watch of you all through the night.
Angel! Tell the angels you have come.
Tell them I already have one!
I was just a kid.
How could you have mattered so much?
You know what they say about angels . . .
It only takes one touch. . .
I want to know where do the angels go.
I want to know who hides the sun.
I want to know who keeps watch of you all through the night.
Angel! Tell the angels you have come.
Tell them I already have one!