Some say,
An angel was sitting in the passenger seat;
Sometimes, I believe it, too.
Some say,
The good only goes for so long;
The well will dry up soon.
Whether it rains or shines,
Someone is on my side:
Sam Jarolim who sadly died,
Was probably sitting along for the ride.
Some say,
An angel was sitting in the passenger seat;
Sometimes, I believe it, too.
Sometimes, bad things happen –
my angel saw me through.
If all the good has gone away,
What will that prove?
And, if all the bad is still here,
What good will that do?
It has been said,
All happens for a reason:
Though, the reason for their happenings
Isn’t reason enough.
Everyone knows “Life ain’t no crystal stair…”,
It ain’t all fair: living is tough.
The journey of Life is a living dream;
Nothing you see is exactly as it seems.
The divine waxed, waned and pined for a soul – mine.
It just wasn’t, just wasn’t my time.
A miracle is an extraordinary coincidence:
An instance of magic for
Mortals to see.
This crash, this dash was a tragedy:
Don’t you see, some things
Are meant to be.
Some say,
An angel was sitting in the passenger seat;
Sometimes, I believe it, too.
Some say,
An angel was sitting in my passenger seat;
Sometimes, I believe it was you.
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