(Notice the last word of each line in each stanza)
Playing a magical soothing tone, she strung her fabled harp.
Glistening in the moonlight, she is most proudly divine,
As her wings spread across the marshmallow clouds.
My Guardian Angel is here to protect me.
Gazing into the velvet sky.
I wonder why.
The question in life is not what,nor how, but why.
She plays not flute, nor the piano, but the harp.
Her melodies traveling far across the celestial sky,
Capturing the hearts of the divine,
She watches over me,
On those very clouds.
One day I will journey to heaven and see the clouds,
One day I will truly and fully understand why.
One day I will find out the real me.
One day I will see her harp.
One day I will be divine.
One day, One sky.
The promised land lies beyond the vanilla sky,
Nothing can keep us from meeting in the clouds.
I will discover what it takes to be divine.
She protectively watches down on me but why?
Playing the golden harp,
I know she loved me.
She loved me not for my riches and beauty, but for me,
My eden, my Elysium, my paradise, all in the sky.
Like a cobra, I am entranced by the music of her harp.
Why does my sweet innocent dove have to be on those clouds?
God has a mysterious way of doing things to keep us apart, but why?
Im chosen to be divine.
A chosen one, must be pure of heart, and especially divine.
Only felt true love once and that was with you and me,
When I make that swirling kiss you will know why.
We shall be together forever dancing in the sky.
Leaping from clouds to clouds,
I will listen to her harp.
My time has finally come for I am divine,
I set my soul on the heavenly sky.
