The little child sits and waits
His angel said he would be back
The rain gently fell at the gate
As he asked for the courage he knew he lacked.
A glistening moon cast a shadow this night
The childs heart cried silently out
He knew at first light
What this angel would truly be about.
Would he fly down and violently take
His soul or would he finally find love
Is there such thing or is it a mistake
Maybe there is nothing above.
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