Angel

If there really exists a place call heaven,
may it's makers bless upon you an angel by your side
So thou shalt not despair, so thou shalt not fear
And thou shalt not totter in the presence of loneliness

If there really exists a place call hell,
Let all despairs, let all the fear
And all the tottering be cast into this hell
And then let it's makers be blind
Cursed from ever being shone the light reflected off thou's eyes


And so let there be nights
It's cool caresses your face
It's dreams so vivid and perfect
It's clothes akin my touch on thou's lingering soft skin

And so let there be life
Wear it ostentatiously
Carry it bravely
Love it whole-heartedly
Teach it truly

Now with feet trembling at the edge of forever
The depth of uncertainty black and dark
Thou shall no longer be alone
For this angel is by your side
His fingers around yours.