Angel Wings
She rode swiftly on the angel wings of a white horse
with fiery red evil close behind
but evil was too late,at the gates, he'll wait...
Was a dream, a one of a kind...some kind of pact with the devil left to fulfill,
as she watched that empty can roll up that empty hill...
her soul was free in truth
in spirits of old and wise,
set forth in freedom,
you can see it in her eyes...
Copyright © Julie Lawson | Year Posted 2007
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