Story of a Guardian Angel
A deathly grip, strong as a ship
With sixteen sails unfurled
Lies on my heart, I'm torn apart
And around my mind is curled
An angel's bind, cruel and unkind
That reveals a tragic plot
A romance act, stopped by the fact
That you are real and I am not
I cannot win, for my presence is thin
Like the face of a playing card
I cannot see, how can it be?
How can I love the soul I guard?
I cannot walk, or even talk
Like those of flesh and bone
But I can cry, for soon you will die
And I will be alone
