The Woman, Angels Speak of…

I was born to love, but when I'm gone,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of,

On my shoulder, she will always fly upon,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of...

I count my blessings that she knows me,

A Poet's lung I breathe, a poetic heart I beat,

The hurt I feel, goes away, when eyes meet,

But it's like I'm not there, my heart is here to feel.

I'll miss her eyes, I'll miss her smile, but I might find myself,

For the woman I long for,

For the love I yearn for,

I might find my breath.

I was born to love, but when I'm gone,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of,

On my shoulder, she will always fly upon,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of.

With what she has in her heart, the light in her soul will carry me home,

Grant me serenity in this beautiful reality, for her voice tells me I'm not alone,

Lord, can you hear me now, I was born to be held, before I take my last bow,

For words to flow, for feelings to come and go, to speak, please tell me how.

Love, the water of life...

Why do I take a sip, instead of drinking what you pour,

For the beating of your heart, is a sound I'll hear no more,

She lights my way, she has the lips of falling feathers in the snow,

Like flakes melting within a silkened kiss, I'll miss her everything, when I go.

I was born to love, but when I'm gone,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of,

On my shoulder, she will always fly upon,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of.

I was born for love, but whe I'm gone,

When I'm gone,

When I'm gone,

She'll be the woman, angels speak of...