Upon the wind he floats free
Behind him, wings of gold I see
Not a sound he whispers or makes
But all the same, his head gently shakes
Back and forth, side to side
Silently telling me I have lied.
Dodging my death just once more
Saving this precious life I adore.
“O’ Guardian Ange to whom I love,
My sacred soul you’re the bearer of,
So don’t take me now, I beg you please.”
Gold wings flap gently on the breeze
And another day I am left to face,
Now without my Angel’s grace.