Sweet Angel

Inspiration came to visit me and asked, “Would you care to come out and play, maybe take a walk outside yourself for a change?”
I said, “I don’t know. I’m not sure if I know the way.”
She said, “That’s okay. Take my hand and I’ll take you there, because I know the way.”
So we walked and walked until she said, “Come close your eyes. And tell me, what do you see?”
I took a good look around and saw scattered pictures of broken dreams and faded pieces of you and me.
I said, “Sweet Angel, what does it mean?”
She said, “Child, it’s up to you from here to find out who you want to be.”
Sweet angel, come down. Come down. Come carry me.
So I stepped out into the world scared as hell… waiting for the balls to breathe, for the courage to learn to just be.
So I reached down into my pocket and pulled out a piece of strength you left behind for me.
You said, “Child, carry on stepping strongly. Child, carry on breathing deeply.”
Sweet angel, come down. Come down. Come carry me.
Come carry me.