There is a little girl,
Crying her heart out in the street,
And she tries to turn her face away,
So that no one will see.

And as I watch through the rain on my window,
I begin to wonder why?
Where are our guardian angels?
And why do they just let us cry?

A lonely boy sits in the corner,
The shadows hide his head.
And I know that when he stops breathing,
No one will notice he is dead.

How can this be possible?
Why aren’t we made to see?
How will I know my guardian angel is there,
When the same thing happens to me?

A teenage girl stands with knife in hand,
She uses it to drive away the pain.
She gave away her heart to a boy,
Who just used her for his own gain.

I stand there, watching it happen,
And the cold tears me apart.
Is there no guardian angel for her?
No one  to stop the blade to her heart?

There is an old man in the hospital.
He lies there all on his own.
It’s gotten so bad, he wills himself to die,
He does, such is the power of being alone.

As I watch the funeral procession move on,
One thing strikes me as strange.
His guardian angel never came,
Not even to witness his soul’s final exchange.

With that though I begin to realize,
It’s not that hard to see.
The reason the guardian angels never came,
Was because those angels, they were you and me.

Please, help the dying people,
Be someone’s angel now.
They may want to live more than you’d think,
They just need someone to show them how.