A Symphony of Whispers - VOL. II

In the Arms of an Angel

Wondering of the deity who carried me 

I feel a sense of loss 

Years have followed one another and 

love grew fiercely

I miss the eyes that sparkle with gloss 

And the honest embrace that has always 

been so dearly 

Her teachings I now appreciate 

 And try to remedy the time I rebelled 

so sinfully 

 I miss childhood and the angel that always kissed my 

forehead before sleep