There is an angel watching over me.
I dont know where she is,
or who she is,
but I can feel her protecting me.
I like to call her Lacey,
it suits her well - I do believe,
Innocent yet dangerous
[her wings gave that away]
Not virgin white like youd expect,
but slashed with browns and blacks.
You may ask how I know this,
dont worry Im getting there,
you see one day I sat terrified,
driving quickly in my car.
I felt like life was draining,
as if it all were going wrong--
The tears were falling steadily,
salt laced my checks in rows.
My make-up was all smudged,
my hair tossed in a bun-
With just one look it became apparent,
my heart was all but gone.
Cracked and trampled,
but the beat forever there.
And as I sat there thinking,
that there was no one in the world to care,
Lacey got real close to me,
a feather blew through my vents,
and landed amongst loose hairs.
Its then that I remembered,
theres something greater up above-
He sent me my angel, Lacey
to guide me through the night.
I keep that little feather,
beside me when Im scared.
My angels wings - my comfort-
Because I know shes always there.
