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My Angel

I'm sorry I never came
When an angel would
I'm sorry I did not hear
your cries for protection
As a hero should


I found you
Too late
Already wounded and torn
A heart filled with hate
and stolen of faith
A soul without a home
But in your eyes I could see
A woman who yearns for one

You ran into my arms
And I embraced you whole
Evil has no place
By your side anymore

For I will be your angel
I will be your hero

I love you from that my eyes are opened
to the moment of when I close them
I love you through my dreams
until the sun comes up
until the morning has broken.

Then I love you all over again...

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Publicerad 2011-05-10 21:43

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