The Angel knocking on your door

I want you to remember one thing sweetie

As the years unfold and zoom ahead

And you start to prefer witty over pretty

A million questions will pop in the head

They’ll make you wonder if life is a test

Where power and influence make you score

And money makes you stand out from the rest

Where failure is looked down as an eyesore

Just trust me and cut out this noise

Buckle up your confidence and poise

Listen to that angel knocking on your door

Fly with it and let your faith soar

And before you start to ponder

And your mind makes you wander

Let me tell you a truth untold

This angel has no form no shape no mould

But yes sweetheart it does exist

Feels as gentle as the wintery mist

It is that pat from your father saying very good

And the change in your mother’s sulky mood

It is the twinkle in your grandparents’ eyes

When about you they hear all things nice

It is all the simple things we tend to forget

As we grow older, this angel we met

Disappears slowly into oblivion

Going far away from our horizon

So remember this forever my dear sweetie

While you start to prefer witty over pretty

Hold this angel tight and close

You’d need it like a daily dose!