| Angels within thy eyes blinded amongst a pure heart I see you crying as I reach to soothe you walls rise because of past pains. Why? Look in my eyes feel my heart. | |
| Mine own thoughts sizzle and spark so to hear you I hone my thought to concentrate, frowning. | |
| The angels that behind thine eyes Sing deafening Tetragrammaton, A sweeter melody Could scarce sustain misery cages form because of past fears. | |
| A cage of regret and bars made of iced tears A musical delight of a weeping symphony | |
| The sound of battered wings so frail echo with every aching cry into the night | |
| And as the darkness seduces me, pulls me in, I know not where thy heart resides I hear thy soothing song of hope and I know your being is near, your music plays softly at first then rising in crescendo with my heart | |
| Soothed by the gentle whisper of angelic voices that sing thy wings are healed for thy work is not finished. | |
| Sweet melodies from this distance that thy heart knows is like a somber disparity that I canot embrace I yearn to be wrapped in your chiffon wings For just another moment | |
| To be tranported within thy wings is my desire and journey through the stars and see thy love within thine eyes. | |
| Time stands still, chords herald acknowledgement as thy yearning song rises in cresendo, encompassing every fibre as it seeps into every fibre of mine being, uniting us as a complete whole. | |
| Of drifting pains of infinite tears rising hearts of the drifting desire of hopeless memories that shall never fade cascading horizons as the sun shades the window of my inner peace creating a mirror image of self lifting inner spirits from the tainted inner reflection of myself | |
Peaceful eyes holding love Washing away my pain | |
| Of stone: a starry-eyed stare; flared nightmares in a gaze Unaware, walls barred, but bared; through heaven's gates Even solice-seams awaits fates debate (an ageless cage) Now, I understand: why caged birds cry; and wolves disband Ultimately, my soul dissipates, as footprints in the sand Peacefully, I lay to rest; beneath arched moonlit crest | |
| As I lie beneath the moon, Near the sea, I hear the angels call Beckoning me | |
They flutter in their chiffon grace Flirting with the human side Keeping me from saving face With consciousness of heart abide I know not how their mercy reigns They shelter me from my past pains | |
| Angel wings of feathered-white sustain my heart with purity and grace |

