Written by Cynthia Louise Baker Bogear
November 12,2017
Fairytale dreams a little girls dream,
Life's walk cast no such path,
Battles became harder to take,
In the path of the warrior I walked,
I drew my sword to fight the demons,
Winning some battles without notion,
Losing many with high cost,
A princess I never became,
An old warrior I stood,
The day I prayed for had came,
My many battles were not in vein,
As I laid my sword down to stay,
An Angel stood in front of me,
He came to give me peace,
He came to call me his own,
He is this Warrior's Angel.