The Song of An Angel

The Song Of An Angel Standing in the bottom of the canyon The sun beats down heating the rocks The wind burns my skin as it blows by There is not a cloud floating in the sky Water turns to steam as I try to drink The branches of dead trees build a roof Brown shrubbery makes up my bed A voice echoes through the chasm Sweet and melodic it flows The notes of a beautiful, unwritten song So far out of place it makes me think It makes me look through the branches into Heaven An angel stands there She is singing for me Trying to give me hope in my hopelessness Beckoning me to be at peace To rest my tortured soul in her hands I climb to her still hearing her song Looking back I see my body Torn and burned by only God knows what I feel so sorry for the man below My soul has found happiness in her song