Play me the waltz of the angel.. And Joey/Rory song.

Play me the waltz of the angels…

I wrote some names down to paper,

each name were kind mentors to me.

In quiet prayers,

I pray to sit with them again,

talk till we can’t no-more.

I know in heaven,

kind people are waiting for their soldier boy.

Today, old age had found me,

feet tire, back hurt and

the grandchildren in the yard playing.

I go outside and we dance in the Fall leaves.

I look to the blue sky,

I pray to the warm sun,

I hope, I am making you proud.

I miss you and one day soon,

at the great dance in paradise.

I will waltz with the angels again.

    Dancing  Coyote