On the streets of my hometown angels walk the street,<\/p>\n
Most are unseen but to see such a creature is a treat,<\/p>\n
It makes no difference but I thought all should know,<\/p>\n
To find keys to Heaven\u2019s gate it\u2019s where you should go,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
As a young man miles from home one called out to me,<\/p>\n
Telling me to come home yet my youth wouldn\u2019t let it be,<\/p>\n
The day arrived that the letter came when daddy cried,<\/p>\n
I knew the reason was that in Vietnam young men died,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The day the letter came I feared losing the angel I knew,<\/p>\n
Working two jobs to occupy my mind was all I could do,<\/p>\n
Seeing her ride by in different cars on dates with a boy,<\/p>\n
As she broke my heart unknown to her I\u2019d pray her joy,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She has doubt that I love her as I always told her I did,<\/p>\n
I ran wild creating sins of love that I kept very well hid,<\/p>\n
A draft board call is akin a firing squad in eight of ten,<\/p>\n
How can it be we will fight in a war too young to be men,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Not enough love shown but enough to create wonder,<\/p>\n
She would come to my side for me but I let it fall asunder,<\/p>\n
Tears fell too many times to count or even for me to say,<\/p>\n
I had tears on the bus as she drove by that very sad day,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So beautiful to an extreme how could an angel love me,<\/p>\n
I had so little and escaped to avoid raising a large family,<\/p>\n
As I left the streets of my hometown I felt I deserved little,<\/p>\n
Escaping pressures of home for war I prayed for acquittal,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I had planned to ask the angel for her hand or to run away,<\/p>\n
Every thought I thought was to convince her when I\u2019d say,<\/p>\n
Marry me, you\u2019ll be sixteen then we can go away to marry,<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll be in the arms of an angel and I\u2019ll escape the military,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A military score so high made each branch want this man,<\/p>\n
Men of twenty is hardly men since my life hasn\u2019t began,<\/p>\n
After training was done I came home and a miracle came,<\/p>\n
Her father influenced her mother that I was not the same,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the presence of an angel I became a better man through,<\/p>\n
To remain in the presence of this angel I\u2019d do as I had to do,<\/p>\n
I became a better man with a kiss from heaven on my lips,<\/p>\n
From that instant love I carried guided all my relationships,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I became a righteous man with but one thought in my life,<\/p>\n
Determined from that point forward to make her my wife,<\/p>\n
But to hurt her heart I wouldn\u2019t allow so I\u2019d have to wait,<\/p>\n
To die at war is unfair so I won\u2019t ask for a wedding date,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
During a long kiss goodbye I cried and hid my tears away,<\/p>\n
To ask for her hand in marriage is something I can\u2019t say,<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve loved her over two years and I know she too loves me,<\/p>\n
I told her she should date when I first moved from our city,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A girl so beautiful can\u2019t be tied to a boy from fourteen,<\/p>\n
Some day she\u2019ll believe she\u2019s the only angel I\u2019ve seen,<\/p>\n
Now bullets fly over as Vietnam is a horrible place to be,<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve written my angel twice and no response is killing me,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This place is so beautiful perhaps God practiced here,<\/p>\n
But for bombs and napalm there are places war clear,<\/p>\n
As I admire and enjoy His hand beneath blue skies I cry,<\/p>\n
If only the angel of Texas could write I\u2019d be happy if I die,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A year plus has passed and my visit home is worse still,<\/p>\n
Three weeks plus days she was gone and it broke my will,<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve written her begging forgiveness for my forward ways,<\/p>\n
I swear by all that is holy I\u2019ve endured my darkest of days,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And I\u2019ve returned to this place to hear Neil Armstrong land,<\/p>\n
I sit here so distraught holding new assignment in my hand,<\/p>\n
All I can sense is of her, her smell, her hairs smell and feel,<\/p>\n
Memories inside of me are adorned by essence of her still,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The day my life changed is when Armstrong left the moon,<\/p>\n
The moon I see outside is the same he left this afternoon,<\/p>\n
In two days exhaustion will overtake this man if only I knew,<\/p>\n
It will be difficult to understand everything I\u2019ve been through,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And I\u2019ll pray to our Lord in silence but soon enough aloud,<\/p>\n
The angel I love won\u2019t know I was home and asked her crowd,<\/p>\n
Where has she been but no one knows where an angel goes,<\/p>\n
When angels go is it far away or a place only heaven knows,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They\u2019ve beaten me for twenty four hours or more I\u2019m sure,<\/p>\n
Even asked of Armstrong\u2019s walk but I just said I\u2019m unsure,<\/p>\n
The Berlin Wall is easy to cross but entry will just bring pain,<\/p>\n
I told of my mistake in crossing saying I had nothing to gain,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A Texas angel found a way of appearing to me so far away,<\/p>\n
I had not seen her in over a year but she came to me today,<\/p>\n
Tenderly kissed my torn lip though blood was still in flow,<\/p>\n
Said she loves me, as I tried to say me too, she said \u201cI know\u201d,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Comfort came from my sweet Texas angel and even today,<\/p>\n
I find comfort in the hallucinations that brought her my way,<\/p>\n
Were they of the mind I have wondered or was she there,<\/p>\n
I love her more today and if real or not, I don\u2019t really care.<\/p>\n
The end, by Pat for Patti.<\/p>\n
I love you my beautiful little angel.
\nPat<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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