Angel’s Voice

In the darkness, her voice comes to me,
from the other side of an endless sea.
Calls me on and on through the night,
with promises of love and endless delight.
A song sweet and true flows through my head,
offering promises that not all hope is dead.
Do I see a dot of the soon cracking the sky?
Is the morning more than a taunting lie?
Will I hold this singing angel’s hand in mine?
Will I make it across this black, murky brine?
My angel’s voice who I hold onto in the dark.
My angel’s voice firing a divine spark.
Hold on. Hold on.


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