The love i hold is soon to shatter. My heart will withstand the hit, however parts will be scratched, like a letter that was hand written, soaked in water then sent to the farthest location. Angels fly, but where and why? Do they go where they are needed, or some place quiet and dark? Tell me do you know how to get up from an all time low? Would you lift me out of quicksand or watch me sink to the very bottom. If i should crumble or fold and you surrender then maybe I've lost all hope.