Stranger-angel
Oh, isn’t it strange: two strangers meet
And feel – they’ve never been strangers…
“How strange”, someone says. It's not to me,
When find each other two angels.
They’re fully aware that they belong…
But words don’t spring in the open.
They aren’t used to words – but sky and song
That live in the wings, with hope and
Love…
Oh, stranger-angel, so close you’ve flown
That the doors to my heart got burnt…
Oh, angel-stranger, these ashes I own
And the dark… But I hope you don’t.
Let there be light!
Let there be only light…
No, nothing is strange: I’ve been to Earth
And lived in darkness and doubt.
My pain was to prove that I am worth
The gift you are all about.
The gifts I had there were shot at me –
With fear of wings and vengeance.
But humbleness came like Do Re Mi
To music that won an angel’s
Love…
Oh, stranger-angel, so close you’ve flown
That my memories all got burnt…
Oh, angel-stranger, these ashes I own
And the dark… But I hope you don’t.
Let there be Love!
Let there be only Love…
Oh, isn’t it strange: two strangers meet
And feel – they’ve never been strangers…
Never been strangers…
Angels…
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