Waking Up With Sleeping Angels

Sometimes at night when I sit alone
wondering why Im this way,
Thinking about mistakes made
not knowing what to say,

Sleeping with the devil
holds a part in this mess,
Waking up and walking away
doesnt make it hurt any less,

Mistakes were made and realized
then fixed the best I could,
Learning how to think again
choosing between bad and good,

My heart opens to let Love in
not knowing which choice is wrong,
Waiting for the electricity to spark
still singing this lonely song,

One day I may find Love
only hoping its not too late,
Waking up with sleeping angels
at least I would know my fate