Angels are up in the clouds

Sometimes life has its twist and turns, its ups and down and things. Like taking away the hopes and dreams, of an angel trying to spread her wings. Her life cut short, on one fatefull night. How could we loose someone so dear, I can't beleive her soft sweet voice again I will never hear. A life taken her future cut short, and never will I forget the happiness. . the joy. . . of when we first met. This poem was written today for my friend Camille Manalo. She passed away last sat ina car accident. Let this be a reminder to all how short our lives can be sometimes. R I P Camille, well miss you.... and well all see you on the other side. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 07:39 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1