Angels on the streets

You walk the streets, but you are never alone

Sadness or tiredness on the face, yet I am a warrior Sloane.

I am too tired

But the energy inside is filled,

Using your head and heart sensibly, shall never get you killed.

Pride takes over 

Anger falls in its wake,

Please God protect me

Believing shan’t make me break.

I am delicate

But far from weak,

God is inside of me

My vision is far from bleak.

My tears are drying up

But the crying has done me good,

As long I follow you Lord, then the past mistakes made are remembered, but never used like a old piece of wood.

Jason

20th January 2023