In a garden over grown
I'm sure I've seen it all
And I sit wondering to myself
Is this it?
Then I look up by the rose bush
To see an angel alone
And as I venture my way closer
I hear her tiny sobs
I sit down right beside her
Not knowing what to say
She's a broken angel
And I'm just a man
The moment lasts for hours
As the sun makes it's way to bed
When she finally turns to me
And lays her precious head.
In her rest I see quite clearly
Why she was crying all alone
She's my guardian angel
And I'm her broken boy.
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