There’s a little angel sleeping,
In the clouds up above,
When I think of her soft, sweet face,
My heart so fills with love.
A little light glows brightly, still,
Nestled within her heart,
It’s fueled by all our memories,
Kindled right from the start.
Falling Down a Tunnel
I’m falling down a tunnel
it’s slippery like a slide
it’s way too dark in here
there’s no light from outside.
There’s no way to get out
there’s no way to get back
the walls are wet and cold
I’m frightened of the black.
I had neither time nor patience,
and this, I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used,
but still the stranger stayed.
I bid him sit, if stay he must,
offering him a chair,
this he declined, without a word,
but with a steely glare.
That chilled my bones to marrows core,
withering my very soul,