Waiting in the hall

by sally   Aug 17, 2006


The angel of your past life
comes to your death bed
you will not be able to
resist her call
A secret message in your head
will be played back over again
until you have the courage
to say it out loud.
A darkened hall
where she waits for you
around the corner
people dance.
But in this moment
it's made for two,
on a black lake
you will romance.
The angel of your past life
comes to your death bed
you will not be able to
resist her call.

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