LOST ANGEL


Weeping quietly colors of light
Where have they gone
The troubles keep coming
Stacking higher on top of each other

Fear rules her life
Hiding from all who seek her truth
As long as no one can see
Her for who she is, there is peace

Some try to break through
But walk into her walls
Of protection, none have waited
For her open her eyes and see her beauty

Sometimes she stands straight like a tree
Bending only to the wind
She sings sad songs
Hoping for a future that will change life

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001