My life for the Angels.

I gave my life to the Angels just so I could watch them fly.

Now I am alone and don't know who I am.

I take a breath but can't breathe.

I hang my head cuz I don't know who I am.

I look for a reflection in a clear pool,

The stranger looking back must he a fool.

I feel weak like splintered glass.

I look for glue to piece together some past.

I Don't know who I am, but I must have been.

I walked down that path cold behind,

it runs on forever before me.

I'm scared and I'm blind or it's just too dark to see.

Won't someone come kiss my forehead?

I need clarity, charity, that kind of love I bestowed.

Now I'm lost, alone, overshadowed.

Looking to the horizon, down the dark before, I think I see a silhouette.

A shape, a shadow, a Juiet?

Could it be a love for me?

No, she's yours who she adores and she's gone away.

Now my blue sky's are dulled to shades of gray.

I gave my life to the Angels, not a hard sell.

I feel self sabotaged all the same.

I had a dream and a plan, a bit of hope too.

I put it all up and away so I could guide those Angels true.

I'd wake in the morning to start my old routine.

As I showered, I'd think the same old thing, 'one day I'll be happy and change my whole scene.'

Then in the looking glass I'd be the first thing I'd see.

So I'd smash the mirror just to curse me.

Seven years enough time for Angels to take flight?