Angel

The angel sits upon her throne
Playing her harp all alone
such sweet sorrow Ive never heard
in silence she plays without a word

the joyous sound through the air
sweet, slow, strong, and without a care
She is free to roam the earth
with the promise of rebirth

Free to answer the lords call
Free to know one and all
As she sets herself free
She comes and depends upon me

I help her to set,
everything straight
so that she wont have,
to wait and wait

And so she sits upon her throne
playing her harp, but not alone
I sit there and listen too.
For i have made a higher move.