I spoke to my guardian angel tonight
To ask if things in the world were going right
“Oh no” she responded, “Quite far from that”
“Look at the wars, no one knows where they’re at”
I said I agreed, and asked what to do
“Don’t worry, my child, it is not up to you
It is that people must realize the things that do
Might be for better, might be for worse,
But sometimes their help is a curse”
I spoke to my guardian angel tonight
To ask if things in the world were alright
“Oh no” she responded “Quite far from that”
“Look at our people, most of them fat”
I said I agreed, and asked what to do
“Don’t worry, my child, it’s not up to you
Its that people must realize the things that they chew
Can be munched on by anyone, be it me or you.
They fill up their coffers, till they are piled high
Be it with money, with food or with lies”
I spoke to my guardian angel tonight
To ask if things in the world were alright
“Oh no” she responded “Quite far from that”
People are scared of the future, in fact”
I said I agreed, and asked what to do
To my surprise, she replied, “It is up to you”
To plant seeds of hope, in the minds of today
Tell those who speak not, ‘Have something to say’
Not to cure evil, but to spread good
Not to destroy borders, but to affirm where you stood
Yes, dear child, it is in your hands
Now go to the world with these demands”
I never saw nor spoke to the angel again,
But the words she said, have stood in my head
And now each night, as I lay down to rest
I hope I may know that I did my best
