Angel

Spirits of the Dead

Go back to your holes

These days have passed

I am yours no more

An angel has come

To wish me well

To frown upon your presence

And make me whole again

A hundred days have passed

With their sorrow and grief

And now the sky cries

To the loss of her humble thief

Who stole my heart…

And touched up my sanity

Remorse no longer dwells in my veins

But rivers of flowing hope and delight

I've been lifted up and high

Above the fields of battle and fight

The cry of Heaven has been heard

The deeds of Hell are now undone

Fireflies and fairies light my path

Guarded by this angel sent from above



Sarah El Khodary

February 17, 2005

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