Guardian Angel
Don't know where you are
Or what you look like
Have no clue
If your skins black or white
Don't know your face
Don't even know you
Yet I keep hoping
You'll see me through
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The world is against
Me... or us
And I... I
Am hoping hard
That you'll keep me safe
And that one day
I'll know you
Guardian Angel
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