The Song Of An Angel
Standing in the bottom of the canyon
The sun beats down heating the rocks
The wind burns my skin as it blows by
There is not a cloud floating in the
sky
Water turns to steam as I try to drink
The branches of dead trees build a roof
Brown shrubbery makes up my bed
A voice echoes through the chasm
Sweet and melodic it flows
The notes of a beautiful, unwritten
song
So far out of place it makes me think
It makes me look through the branches
into Heaven
An angel stands there
She is singing for me
Trying to give me hope in my
hopelessness
Beckoning me to be at peace
To rest my tortured soul in her hands
I climb to her still hearing her song
Looking back I see my body
Torn and burned by only God knows what
I feel so sorry for the man below
My soul has found happiness in her song
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