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Blind Angel
by Sugapablo
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Can you see the little angel, flying over head?
Does she know where she's going to, does she know she's dead?
This poor little angel, was born without sight.
How can she, be expected to find the light?
Watching the ships roll past the lighthouse,
And I'm watching my angel fly.
Feel so helpless down here watching here,
Wandering the endless sky.
Please help me I don't know what to do.
My soul is dancing on a wire.
Temptation's got the best of me.
It's leading me into the fire.
[chorus]
So lovely up above. The object of my love.
And nothing will ever harm her so long as I'm here.
Soon I'll be with you. I'll be an angel too.
And then we will be together, the time is near.
All alone I ponder what to do,
Wondering, 'Is this the only way'?
Then my fear it gives way to love,
Just as the night gives way to day.
The sun comes up but the sky it turns to black,
As I fall slowly to the floor.
Motionless I wait to be with here,
Waiting for heaven's door. ©1990 - 2013 - All rights reserved. |
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