Sculpted Angel
Alone in my graveyard.
My sculpted angel is waiting for me.
This beautiful creature,
Why does he see me?
Is he trying to speak to me?
Will he lead me to my destiny?
A light from the sky shines upon me.
I am protected by his light,
Tears form at this beautiful sight.
The Angel comes to me,
He takes my hand,
And guides me to the light.
He lifts me up,
He is guiding me,
To the heavens above.
Where I can be with my sculpted angel...
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