Your my angel

In my mind, You walk so agile.

Past doors and doors of closets filled to the brim with

skeletons, I don't hear you coming because i am so

consumed in my own painful thoughts i think no one

can save me. But as you walk the dieing grass beneath

your feet spring back to life, and the sound returns

to this place that has for so long been quiet.

The doors open and skeletons flee, the fire within me

Starts again, I seem to be floating, i can feel the air

flow through my hair, Its hurts at first, to long has the

life Within me been gone, i Feel you pick me up but i

am still to weak to fight, I am in your arms, i feel your

warmth, It brings me strength. I feel you walking, and i

know right were your going. You walk out of the door,

That i have been so long trapped in, with me,

In your arms.