Listen closely to the winds and hear the gentle whisper of an angel's wings in flight
Look far into the sky and see the shimmering stardust left behind
Close my eyes and clear my thoughts
and feel the love of my very own very real Archangel. His name is Michael.
He's not a thought, or a memory; he's still my son and he is still very real and alive to me. On September 1, 1987 I learned the true meaning of love that can never be tarnished or faded or lost. I didn't only give you life: Michael, you gave me a life of love I have never known could exist before you. You made me the person I needed to be. Thats how I go on.
(His killer was released in December of 2009)
Look far into the sky and see the shimmering stardust left behind
Close my eyes and clear my thoughts
and feel the love of my very own very real Archangel. His name is Michael.
He's not a thought, or a memory; he's still my son and he is still very real and alive to me. On September 1, 1987 I learned the true meaning of love that can never be tarnished or faded or lost. I didn't only give you life: Michael, you gave me a life of love I have never known could exist before you. You made me the person I needed to be. Thats how I go on.
(His killer was released in December of 2009)
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