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When needing a hand to leave all this,
The help that might gave me the bliss, When the swamp of pain was all around, And the dark was all that I had found, When there was nothing in me to hold on And fade my faith that said:"Go on!", When my soul looked like the ice and stone And I was left behind, afraid and too alone, When I felt the death would be much easier And I saw my way no where, being dizzier I just looked on the blue sparkling sky And asked the moon to turn back time, Called my angel with prayers and tears, Kneeling in front of the killing fears But my voice just echoed the cave inside As none was there to hear what words did hide… When my heart was spinning in blood And the pain was like a swallowing flood, I just let the past be nothing but the past, Took a new breath and forgot about the last, Did what a wise whisper told me to: Dived in life, held on to loving you Though feelings were more than I could show And truth was something I used not know, But now it’s different, now it’s when I understand: Heaven knows where was my angel then…
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