Angel
Father once spoke of an angel
I used to fear he was real
You think i am talking in riddles
That is all you hold dear
Come to me now or i am listening
Hiding in truth, of your feelings
Living in shadows of your secrets
Look and maybe you will find me
I am your guardian of seeing
Guiding you were you should be
Holding your hand when crying
Here my hand cold like ice
Face ghostly Showing deep worry
Thought a figment when you saw me
Like I belong in your deep story
