{ angel house }©
This old house has many creaks,
within these four walls.
It's just my guardian angel's feet,
tip toeing thru the halls.
I need not fear,
these funny little sounds.
Cause what i hear,
is just my angel making rounds.
It's my dear mother around me everywhere,
and walking thru my home.
She leaves her footprints there,
so i won't be scared when i'm alone.
(This House Is Guarded By Wings)
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