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Waiting, Watching and looking,
Impatiently expecting what may come,
Anxiety taking the best of me,
Curiousity catches me on my pants,
Fear displaces my boldness,
And tension graps me like a toy,
Trepidation holds me hostage.

I still wonder what is coming,
It's either God or the devil,
'Cos the euphoria is supernatural,
The surrounding breeze is heavier than normal,
And seems to approach me like a ghost,
My head swells and would fall off,
My feet failing, I want to fall,
I guess my CHANGE is coming.

Suddenly, it finally comes from behind,
In my mind, I heard thunders and saw lightenings,
I think I'd see fire if I should turn around,
But when I do, all I see is a shinning light,
So close and bright that my sight is obscured,
Hands grip my shoulders, as my fear is obvious,
But the voice I heard is rather soothing,
"It's me, baby" she says. "I'm here with you."
I smile, knowing most assuredly,
She is an angel for me.