I walk through the shadows of trees,
Hearing the birds singing,
Listening to the leaves rustling
Picking those petals from anywhere,
Watching the distress on her face
as the waterproof mascara runs
There is a incomplete decision
Casting a glimpse of a shadow,
In the silence of moonlight.
A message of death is delivered,
Was this a warning meant for me?
Calling out from the darkened land
An angel came to held my hand.
My soul was being protected
In the shadow of a distant land
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