Angel of Music
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Without him my music would not be the same
My teacher, my mentor, my maestro
The angel of music; he gave me that name
Without him my music would not be the same
After the fire, ashamed of his face
The angel of music; he gave me that name
The labyrinth is now his holy place
After the fire, ashamed of his face
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
The labyrinth is now his holy place
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
I know not which, my love or my passion
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
Maestro taught me to sing in this fashion
I know not which, my love or my passion
The angel of music, my singing aglow
He shows me such tender loving compassion
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Copyright © Amera Andersen | Year Posted 2007
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