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Thursday 28 August, 2008
By  Tumble Weed   09:56 | 31/May/2008 |  4 Comment(s)
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Touched by an Angel

I see the clouds rolling in, looks like it’s gonna rain
And I always fight for the welcome change
When it rains, it rains in this heart of mine
So, I take my storms I try to reach her each time.

I know she’s lived through her own thunder and storm
And though her heart is drenched, she will not conform

She can walk away from what dangles over her head
In this storm, her words are left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storms end, so I may find my way home
It's for me that she drives away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
God, how she eases the miles when we’re worlds apart
She won’t walk away when your world’s falling through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings I know that only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that eyes can surely see, Feel her heart

and witness what angel’s are meant to be.

Not in her storm is her work ever done
And through her own storm she hands me the sun
Though her world is in darkness - I always have light
And now I hold the new colour of night.

She takes, then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more each day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll by.

No storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here within
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angel's touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much.

 

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