I cannot help but question,
The wisdom of gods love...

Most people dream of angels,
I've held one in my arms...

Here on out,
I will write my own future...

The light at the end of the tunnel,
I found it once upon a time...

This story is a part of us,
For months its been the same...

Loyalty, what does that mean,
Clearly its different to you and to me...

So I've been asked to write a poem,
About how the story started...

I already started missing you,
Long before you were gone...

Writing, the only thing I turn to when times get...
But what am I supposed to do...

A hand of cards dealt to Nobody's child,
On the day that she was born...

Don't run, there's nowhere to hide.
Just a matter of moments until the pain will...

There's a girl in the mirror,
I don't know who she is...