Angel


Take me to a time that's lost
Where memories never fade
Where love is sacrificed at cost
And angels hearts are made.
Where hopelessness was just a
Thought and life was set aside
To give a gift that can't be bought
Surrendered then with pride.

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To hear the whispers on the wind
To touch the smiles and tears
To feel the overwhelming love
That overcame the fears.
Taste the passion kissed with pride
That sheltered thoughts of pain
Those angels hearts were falling
Like a brief sweet summers rain.

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Embrace the soul of silence
Where devotion holds its tone
Where silent breaths are captured
Angels hearts are taken home.
Bitter sweet and timeless
Like a cloud that rests above
Angels hearts are given
Bound in pride and love.
~ Chattan ~ © November 2000

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