Young girl,
Your mind is finally crawling
Into the depths of uncertainty.
The hands reach out
From the abyss of undesire
But do not worry.
Angels,
Though so welcome and amicable,
Will swat away the nightmares
Who wish to taste
A heart of pure flavor.
You will imagine domination
But they will provide salvation
So that a young girl
Will grow such wings as their own
And give hope to another.
