In the quiet of the night, when the world is still,
Angels gather round, with a gentle thrill.
Whispering songs of peace, in the moon’s soft glow,
They weave a tapestry of dreams, for hearts to know.

Wings of light, cascading like a silver stream,
They cradle you tenderly, in a celestial dream.
Invisible hands that guide, through the darkest hours,
Nurturing your soul with their heavenly powers.

Each tear that falls, transformed into a star,
By angels who watch, from realms afar.
Their presence a comfort, a warm embrace,
An eternal promise of love, and gentle grace.

So fear not the shadows, nor the storms that brew,
For angels are watching, ever faithful and true.
In their silent vigil, they hold your spirit high,
A chorus of guardians, beneath the vast sky.