Breathe

Breathe little Angel fill your lungs with breaths of Love. Though this world is a cold, cold place and you’re born into it un-shrouded without a voice - an identity, just another dot in this barmy world, you won’t be stolen away: Death will have no Praise Breathe little Angel feel the winds of Peace on your skin. Though the night remains dark, morning is sure to follow - and the stars and the moon are summoned to fight back. You will only be washed clean. Storms will never Consume you! Breathe little Angel smell the fragrance of the Rose. Though most things in this life lead to a dead end: stop a while, look up, maybe it’s only a winding, when there is no light to be seen at the End of the Tunnel! Breathe little Angel there’s no need to be afraid. Though you’re small and weak: You will never be Alone!