Like footsteps imprinted in transience,
Washed away by the relentless waves,
We remain as the shards of memory,
In our lives ripped away for eternity.
Once the angel took my hand and carried me,
From this cruel world in a world so pretty,
Now the angel has left me in the woods,
With hungry eyes gleaming under the hoods.
I cry and weep as I feel so cold,
My love dead so am I, without my angel's arm to hold.
