Growing up fatherless was rough for a young girl

Especially with a mother who made unruly descions of her own

I grew weak and needed to be set free from the heartache

My Guardian Angel rescued me, the sister to my mentally ill mother

A home shed with love and jubilation 

One summer, sunny days weren't so sunny and it felt as if rain was an ongoing pour

My guardian angel was slowing losing her glistening glow

Her fine hair slowly started fading away piece by piece

She wasn't promised to walk this earth much longer

She stills walks around with a smile painted on her delicate face

My angel, My sweet guardian angel.

She saved me, And she will be saved.