My guardian angel, once careless and free flew into the clouds, and lost touch with me her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face her smile left us, without a trace Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared I felt the rain clouds nearing, and had to prepare I knew that angels, often content Were very special presents, that god had sent To see one so sad, so afraid, so alone, had made me weep while the cold winds had blown Her wings lost feathers, comforting and soft, falling from the stars, floating aloft Her pain was felt, throughout the land to feel true misery, it's impossible to stand I prayed that when her hurting stopped I'd be able to taste the angel's teardrops