Sweet Angeline

I’ve never done much good,
for the world or for you.
I’m misunderstood.
I"m confused.
I’ve never known a love, the way you love me.
I’ll never know why you do.

It’s a wasted life;
too wasted to grieve,
that has seen the light,
but won’t believe.
Should you kiss my crown while I lay dying,
I’ll believe, I’ve lived in peace.

Sweet Angeline, my sweet angel,
I’m giving up everything I can.
Sweet Angeline, you are able,
to make me want to be a better man.

You understand,
my crying child within.
You know who I am.
You’ve been where I’ve been.
You’ve seen my pistol pressed against my temple,
as I confessed my secret sin.

Now you love me the more,
for giving up the fight,
to settle the score,
and do what"s right.
Your tender arms reach deep within my shadows,
and carry me through my darkest night.

I can never repay,
the kindness of your love.
Tho’ I work every day,
to make it up.
God bless you and, everything dear to you.
God help me to be enough,

for sweet Angeline, my sweet angel.
I’ve given up everything I can.
Sweet Angeline, you are able,
to make me want to be a better man.

Sweet Angeline

W. H. Dietrich

Boca Raton, United States

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