If he is watching over me tonight
What is it that he can see?
Can he see my horrible flaws?
Or my rising journeys?
Has he seen the times when I cried
The times I wished he were still alive
The times I fell to the floor in misery
Or the times I struggled to survive.
Has he been holding out a hand to me all this way
Making sure everyday I can make it?
Breathing on my shoulder for extra support
Because he doesn't believe I could take it?
When I traveled along the wrong road
Did he switch me in the other direction?
Since nobody else was around to help
Or give me a helping correction?
When I almost flew over the bridge in my car
was he the one who forced on the brake?
Showing me I have more of my life to live
And that it would have been a mistake?
Is he the one calming me down
When I want to hit her with her own bottle?
Telling me to just move on and sail off
Instealing of turning it into a huge throttle?
If he is the one helping me live
Then I have to tell him thank you
For It changed my life when he passed
But his angelic hands I will value.