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I know there are no angels
to hold my hand,
on this mortal ground.
Perhaps somewhere in heaven,
we'll meet again.
And laugh away,
all this pain.

I hope you want to meet me,
sometime anywhere.
Or when I'm out of here.
I pray to God I'm not just
a hurtfull sight,
an endless night.
I still care.

The pain that I am feeling,
is my own fault.
And I know I shot an angel,
in her heart.
Until she fell apart.
But I am here.
To help all I can.