The glory to behold the sight,
Of a guardian angel taking flight.
Ring a bell and let lose a thousand tings,
Watch as a thousand angels get their wings.
Off to the city those angels fly
Listening intently for that one cry.
A soft knock on the window sill,
A little girl lifts her tear-stained face and goes still.
With a warm smile she let's herself in.
And in a gale of magic happiness replaces the girl's sin.
She tells her of a prayer spot,
"tell me your woes and worry not,
I shall take the burdens away,
And love is the only price you'll pay."
By a beautiful corner, soft and shiny,
A woodland scent, sort of piny,
Lays a young girl who soon goes still,
Her guardian angel is at the window sill.
She takes the worries to the Life Tree,
While a little girl whispers,
"I pray that you will watch over me."
