The voice of an Angel

I sat in front of the computer desk
at some stupid O'Clock
writing a poem called unfinished buisness
thats when i heard a noise
but it wasn't a bump or bang
it wasn't even a knock

I got a little scared
that i began to cry
wishing and hoping
that it was all in my head
an asking the Question why

The sound was like a voice
but it wasn't in my head i swear
it came from in the front room
like the voice of a little girl was there

I peared around the corner
a little scared of what i might see
but nothing was there
could it have just been me
i found myself in a stare

Every little bump and bang
they had me so on edge
they made me jump took my breathe away
i felt i was sat way up high on a ledge
here i didn't want to stay

I got a little scared and began to wonder
was this a message from her to say
I'm always be here with you and here i'll always stay
tho this voice of an Angel was so clear
that i will never forget the sound of an Angel was near