Angel

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.

The End

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