The Angels are rocking me so tenderly in their arms. I am laying in a cradle, safe from all harm. Then I have to grow up, and then I realize. Live is not always sunny days and blue skys. Now I am so much older, my life is at an end. I see again, an Angel waiting just around the bend. I am laying in the cradle, I am safe from all harm. Again the Angels are rocking me, tenderly in their arms. I have come full cicle! 2-20-1999
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