More To Me
Angelic Pressence
I Swear It Must Be
For No Other
I Have Found
To Be Anything Like Thee
Wings Growing In The Light
And Yet You Still Do Not See
What Angelic Pressence
You Must Truly Be
Lost For So Many Years
Grown And Again Found
This Is My Heart
This Weird Beating Sound
Thundering Away
So Soft And Slow
Its Almost Stopped
And Yet It Still Goes
The Wind Whispers
The Cronicals Of Life
The Life Of This Very Girl
Who Has Been Through So Much Strife
The Lost Little Poet
I Always Will Be
But Could He Be Something
Something More To Me?
More Than An Angelic Appearence
Though I Swear Thats What He Be
An Angel Of The Lord
Standing In Front Of Me
More Than An Angel
What Will He Be?
What Will He Be To Me?
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