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Angel
Spirits of the Dead
Go back to your holes
These days have passed
I am yours no more
An angel has come
To wish me well
To frown upon your presence
And make me whole again
A hundred days have passed
With their sorrow and grief
And now the sky cries
To the loss of her humble thief
Who stole my heart…
And touched up my sanity
Remorse no longer dwells in my veins
But rivers of flowing hope and delight
I've been lifted up and high
Above the fields of battle and fight
The cry of Heaven has been heard
The deeds of Hell are now undone
Fireflies and fairies light my path
Guarded by this angel sent from above
Sarah El Khodary
February 17, 2005
