#65 a tale of a night, and the morning after

It was a dark, sorrowful night,

sirens wailing, and wailing,
and wailing,
and he was running, and running,
and running,

he was ready to sin,
he was ready to own,
he was ready to win,
well, he wasn't ready to get haunted,

it was a cold, frigid night,

lights flashing, and blinding,
and catching,
and he was escaping, and panting,
and hoping,

he wanted to leave,
he wanted to be far away,
he wanted her to live,
well, he wanted to stay, too,

but she was fetching closer and closer,
ringings became pearcing, and more pearcing,
lights became brighter, and brighter,

it was morning,
the next day, he was laying low,
exhausted, tired,
thought that he was miles apart
but didn't he forget?

that he could never get away,
wherever he would go,
she would be there,
in his head, nesting,
lingering, and whispering,

"I will always be by your side,
keeping myself close,
so close you would never forget about me,"

little by little,
tears ran from the corner of his eyes,
then fell down to the dry ground,
where he was standing,
that wasn't part of his plan,

his plan had failed from the start,
but he didn't mind,
he had sudden realiztion,
he's still young, a kid,
who failed for times and times,
and in need of an angel,
that's why she was there,

she's the angel.