| Message | Walking slow i turn to see a shadowed face beside me in a mirror
as i stare my eyes become as blue like feeling impressed upon you when your at peace
Deeper i wander in thoght as still my face hides behind a mask of lies
no one to hold my hand while so scared and alone
with no hope in and empty soul to fly i would need to be released
when the touch of hand touches me on the shoulder
suddenly it turns my thoghts to a bleeding tree so tall
when i laid my hand upon this it bacame alive and sprouted leaves aboundantly
just as did my spirit from this one "angel" |