In the hush of the evening, a quiet sound is heard:
A hundred thousand angels hover without a word
Watching over a nation, a city and a home
Guardians of this world will never leave us alone
Heartaches, that are sounding, filter through the air;
While people sharing laughter celebrate unaware
That somewhere in the city. a heartbreak has been known..
Guardians of this world will bring peace to every home
The mornings and the evenings the daylight and the night
Hold us inside this ambient where angels keep their flight
For though we wander careless or upright in our ways
Guardians of this world will direct our nights and days..
So while this poem is over and the words no longer flow
There is one final message that everyone should know
Our souls were made for Heaven and no matter where we go
Guardians of this world will stand up against God's foe