Angels dwell among us
disguised as mortal men,
they see us quite clearly
but rarely we glimpse them.

While we seek fame and fortune
They subtly give advice,
they catch us when we stumble
and succumb to foolish vice.

The credit that they merit
they always will deny,
the debts their charges owe them
are higher than the sky.

My father he may tell you
tales of angels are but lies,
but I see one quite clearly
when I look into his eyes.

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