An Angel hanging in the sky,
I hoped one day that I could fly,
It was a dream, I cannot lie,
To see from such a point so high.
But dare to live your life again,
And hope that you might find a friend,
To live forever and not end,
But time-streams, they will never bend.
Forward walk across the land,
I'm begging you, please take my hand,
Maybe we'll spend time on sand,
Before I have to go where planned.
And if I've lost all that I know,
And love that which is out of throw,
(Those patterns that I cannot sew);
Please let me, oh-so soon, now go.