Waiting For An Angel
Your presence here on earth turned on the stars and the moonlight. They shined through my
dark room, letting the sun awake me from my dark nightmare. I was sitting alone wandering
if I stare at your picture, would I see you again? I sit and watch the trees, wanderin’ if
they are listening to my pain. Do you they know this is real? I’m feelin’ weak and my soul
is bleeding. I don’t think anyone is listening to me; my pain will just float away in the
cold air. They say it won’t be long until you’re in the blue, there’s nothing that we can
do. We only have a few moments to spare, please god, let me say everything right. She
starts to smile when the pain leaves, the angels are callin’ out her name. My words can’t
leave my lips, I am to busy watching an angel get her wings. Fly away, fly away with the
dandelions. You’re free now, so go run with the angels. I’ll be listening closely for my
name to be called next so we can fly away together in good company.
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