My angel

She's always been there
as if wind blowing through my hair
watching over me
seeing what i see

as if she were an angel
il bow to her
through her eyes
i see the skys so high

tender skin hides
the sweet soft light inside
in her soft hands
she holds my heart
as if it were a ancient vase

In return i polish her wings
and hold her high
so one day when she leaves me
she'll go straight to the sky