Part I: Voice of an Angel

I lie awake in dream land,
And I listen to her praise,
Her voice like springtime beauty,
Mind a beautiful cascade.

In my dreams I hear her voice,
Singing a bluebirds morning song,
To meet me with the sunrise,
To the world which I belong.

The shadows of my past,
Will haunt eternally,
Her voice is my protection,
My fort internally.

The world is cold and vain,
flooded with trials and lies,
But when I sleep I hear her,
Only I can’t see her eyes.

I’m sure they’re filled with caring,
For the world and all they see,
But I know that in my mind,
She has only eyes for me.

When I look into the mirror,
Her voice haunts me in my pain,
My knees give in to sorrow,
And my eyes flood once again.

While I walk this waking world,
I feel I must walk alone,
For it is only in my dreams,
That I feel that I am home.

It is my dream within my mind,
That someday I will see,
The face behind the voice,
The voice to set me free.

I hope someday I’m able,
To put a face to words,
To live in my minds dreams,
While I walk the waking world.

But until that day arrives,
In sadness I must dwell,
Guiding others to their dreams,
While my own rot on the shelf.