Angel - Cry by Fred Robinson
This is a poem is from a special man that is realizing he has been through hell and trying to come back to make a life for himself. In many ways some of us have been behind bars just not the medal ones.
Angles – Cry
I do believe the Lord above.
Picked you for me to love.
He picked me out from ass the rest.
Because He Knew I would protect you the best.
I took you under my wing
Trying to keep you from all evil thing's
Every time you got angry and mad
It always made me very sad
When you were young I tried to Steer you down the right path,
But all you wanted to do is get high and go fast.
I was the one fighting the devil
While you were trying to get your mind straight and level
I failed time and time again.
You kept getting high and dirnking that gin.
No matter how hard I try,
You always make me cry.
I know you never knew,
But was always with you.
Now here we sit behind the fence
Asking Why? It makes so sense,
Here we are tired and all alone,
Hoping one day we can go home.
My wings are broken and full of holes
I'm so tired and weary from protecting your soul.
Ive done all I can it's up to you
I hope you do the right thing for me and you'
I hear you pray PLEASE FOR GIVE ME.
I know He will because He sent me!
I wake up this morning and looked out these bars
With tears in my eyes
I could of swore I heard an Angel Cry!
By Fred Robinson