Angel.

Angel.

i see the light around me,
as my angel appears.
i see her wings of beauty,
as she begins to fix my fears.

her wings wrap my body,
her eyes deep in mine,
her hair fixes cuts and scrapes,
and i begin to see im fine.

i hear music all around me,
calling out my name,
i see the pretty lime lights,
and all looks the same.

then i realise it is a dream,
nothing is at all right,
and i wish my dream would last,
at least just for one night

but i wake to crime and filth,
again my life is real,
because nothing in my life,
ever tends to seal.