{I realize this is a bit out of my writing character...but here it is}
People leave us for a reason;
We let the spirits guide our way
We live on what they've passed on to us
And if we believe;
An angel will acquire wings today
Never try to mess with fate
Or bring back those we've lost;
Focus on the gift they gave
Before they did depart
Live your life with a piece of them
Take from this what you can
Let the angels walk with you
You may not see them
But they'll hold your hand
Now look to all these friends you've lost
See what they've left behind
Do you remember them as patient?
Were they good-spirited or kind?
Apply their qualities to yourself;
