I was walking home from school on a cold winter day.
Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way.
It was getting late, and I was scared and alone.
But then a kind old man took my hand and led me home.
Mama couldnt see him, but he was standing there.
And I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers.
Oh I believe there are angels among us.
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours.
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.
To guide us with a light of love.
When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees.
Theres always been someone there to come along and comfort me.
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand.
A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.
And aint it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.
Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.
They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places.
To guide us with their mercy, in our time of need.
To guide us with a light of love
― latebloomer, Tuesday, 25 March 2008 16:12 (eighteen years ago)
whoa, i totally see that now
― latebloomer, Wednesday, 26 March 2008 05:25 (eighteen years ago)
theres an interview with sammy hagar in the last revolver where he breaks down the 3 types of aliens that visit earth: robots, angels, and actual aliens.
-- chaki, Friday, March 28, 2008 3:11 AM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Link
i believe there are robots, angels, and actual aliens among us
― latebloomer, Friday, 28 March 2008 05:34 (eighteen years ago)