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Looking down as we ascend
I grasp the arms of my friend
Rising up above a cloud
Hidden in it's cool, damp shroud
I wonder how he got so wise
My thought is broken by his eyes
Their deep blue orbs gaze at me
Their color exactly of the sea
His face forms a trademark grin
Proving that he knows no sin
His wings, of course, are feathery white
Like new snow, or soft starlight
Soft, bronze curls caress my face
As he holds this fierce embrace
I must admit he knows me best
As he holds me to his chest
I know no fear in the sky
For he protects me as we fly
His glowing form delays the night
My Guardian Angel holds me tight