Under Angel's Wings

Under Angel's Wings

A Poem by Amy Beth Storey

 

Picture a dream
Oceans waves and soft sand
Underneath bare feet
Picture a life
Rolling hills and deep green grass
Running by the blooming flowers
Spring coming, love springing up
Tomorrow it may be gone
But I know if I hope
If I dream
There’s a place I can love
Where I’ll always be safe
 
So I’ll love under angel’s wings
Where its safe to love
And be, and dream
I can dance, with a healing heart
Under angel’s wings
Where its safe to love
And be and dream
 
One hand holding the other
One pillar holding up the crumbling wall
One heart tied together
By the other’s heart strings
Support and love
With trust and hopes
There’s a place I can love
Where I’ll always be safe
 
So I’ll love under angel’s wings
Where its safe to love
And be, and dream
I can dance, with a healing heart
Under angel’s wings
Where its safe to love
And be and dream
 
In shelter from rain and tears and heartache
Shelter from fear and lies and regrets
You’ll never find anything but smiles
Pure and perfect, loving angels wings
Loving angel’s wings

Loving under angel’s wings

© 2008 Amy Beth Storey


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Great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is beautiful!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"So I�ll love under angel�s wings
Where its safe to love
And be, and dream
I can dance, with a healing heart
Under angel�s wings
Where its safe to love
And be and dream "

that is lovely...

it's very ethereal and sweet...

and the chorus is so nice..



Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Amy Beth Storey
Amy Beth Storey

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