My guardian angels of 1981,
were on duty to make it done.
My playful life the day before,
wasn’t ready to live anymore.
My guardian angels that night,
were on duty to make it bright.
My scars the invisible tears,
weren’t ready to live on fears.
My guardian angels in strife,
were on duty to save my life.
My sight the wounded head,
weren’t ready to be dead.
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-09