There’s an Angel on the Way In the bone yards like Calcutta where the wretched masses dwell an Angel came to hold the hands of those who live in hell in this place beyond all charity you’d find her at her best hugging the untouchables the unwashed and the unblessed She passed by all the roses though she loved the roses too it was the touch me nots, that touch her most for they are flowers too she was a cradle for the motherless and those without a voice For those that never stood a chance and those without a choice Though the world is a little bit darker today we all get to visit but nobody gets to stay let your heroes come to greet her bring the stars for her bouquet even heaven will improve this night there an Angel on the way Friday, September 05, 1997
Reason for writing:
A saint this day passed away and a princess got the press.
Birth sign: Not entered
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