Angels In My Shoulder

I always feel somebody watches me like angels in my shoulder As touched in my shoulder and shown what I want to see Blessed with shine sparkles in a dark hole as wild cherry tree As walked with a tint cloud reveals its sense rules against Imaginations sparkle yet so many holdings in one shoulder Others call no sense delirious dream hung in a cherry tree Coincidence in news reveals one might drawn half of frame With all her ignorance despair to florish given dreams fullfil Turn toward its children and holds their shoulders