• As the hands start to close around my heart
    the pain becomes almost unbearable.
    My surroundings are becoming colder
    and once again my pitch black wins unfurl.

    Where has my light gone?
    The light that kept me warm.
    The light that made me smile.
    The light that took my pain away.

    The light that came from an angel.
    An angel from above.
    An angel I mite have not deserved
    but an angel who loved me for me.

    My angel is missing
    but I know that I will find her.
    For I love my angel
    and my angel loves me.