The Soldier and the Angel

She found a soldier in the forest

Lying next to a willow tree

He’d been wounded, close to dying

He was struggling, hard to breathe

She took him back to her garden

Nursed his wounds, gave him love

He recovered, she saw him sparkle

And for her that was enough

People come into your life

They push and pull, they may tell you lies

It’s the rare soul that just accepts you

Doesn’t want you as their prize

I have lived so much excitement

I have loved, I am blessed

But I am weary of this fighting

I am breaking, I need rest

I’ve lived too long in illusion

Wishing things to be true

I am old but my eyes are open

No more numbing to make it through

I am longing for an angel

To take my hand to help me heal

And I pledge to be grateful

Even if she isn’t real