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ANGEL UNAWARE
Stranger-Medic-Angel unaware, Your hands were an instrument In the hand of God. I would have died When the bombs began to fall, And the streets burned with fire, And the buildings crumled like alphabet blocks. But you saved me. You grabbed me and ran for shelter When the air raid sirens began screaming. You barely made it yourself Before hell descended. I don't know your name But you are in my heart. And God knows that you are in my heart. And God knows that I value you. Thank You, You have earned your wings.
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