• Soft eyes watched from a distant,
    A figure stood upon a cloud above.
    A fragile angelic form stood tall and proud,
    singing softly, to the one they love.

    A poor lonely soul weeping in the dark,
    holding on to the last hope they own.
    Praying silently to the angel of mercy,
    Singing a lullaby in a soft, harmonious tone.

    This lonely soul is looking for a lover,
    someone to call their own.
    Secretly they do not see,
    The one who is answering their prayers.
    The one who wants to take them home.

    So the weeping figure looks deep in their soul,
    holding on to a hope of love and unity.
    Seeing the angel deep in their thoughts,
    wishing they were with this force, wishing to be free.

    The angelic figure spoke in their thoughts,
    telling them to let go of the trouble and sadness.
    They let go and became free,
    drifting away into complete bliss.

    Seeing the figure deep in their thoughts,
    hearing the soft words speak lusciously.
    The weak finally smiled and closed their eyes,
    finally free from the pain and misery.

    Eyes closed and body still,
    the spirit was free to wonder for a while.
    All they can remember was the soft words,
    and the wonderful, angelic smile.