My angel shining pure and bright,
Guide me through this tiresome night.
Yet, angel be that I adore?
Just answer one, no questions more.
And if my angel you find right,
That in my mind, my angel might.
I beg it be you for I implore,
And if it not, this grinds me raw.
For Angel of your shining light,
For you I hold no hate or spite,
And ask these questions, neither nor,
That plague my mind into its core.
For mind is burning, soul alight,
I guard myself for one more fight.
