My poor gaurdian Angel,I would be sure to Thank her for takeing on one hell of a job....... A Frail Angel's Voice Cry...... Last Night I had a Dream.... It had a Tale to tell...... I dreamed I saw my Angel....... Poor thing,She wasnt well!!.....Her body bruised and battered...... Her wings were ripped and torn,...... This Angel could barely walk,....... She looked so tired and worn.!!..... I walked over to her,to ask...... "How could this happen to thee?"...... She turned around and paused a bit,...... And then spoke these words to me.!!!......."I'm your Gaurdian Angel,...... A GREAT task as you can see,...... You've run amuk all your life........ Look what it's done to me,........These bruises are from sheilding you,....... In times,both,dire and Ill...... Your bouts with Ice and other drugs,...... You see I have paid your bill.!!.......These wings are ripped and torn,....... a bruised and battered pair,....... So often they have flown you,........ From Evils unaware,!!!.......Each mark has a story........ Of deadly wounds destroyed,...... You've made me wish more than ONCE....... That I were UnEmployed.!!!!.......But don't you fret or worry....... that I'm old and Frail,....... If only you would take the step,....... In God's light you you'd always D'Well!!!.....I couldn't believe what I'd heard,....... Let alone How much she cared,...... I wept upon her shoulder...... For I'd caused such Dispair,!!!......Her words I sit and ponder,...... I know that I must try,...... For in the echo of the wind,I still hear......... A Frail Angel's voice cry!!!!