As the angels watch solemnly through the clouds,
The rain keeps pouring,
Telling the pain that can't be speak through the mouth.
She was awaken from the dream.
The dream where she is understood loudly as the flowing stream.
Awaken by those who convey the message from Him.
But they wear masks to fool and be the king.
And now the children are confused.
Asking what's the truth?
And where's the proof?
But then there was this child.
As fine as the guardians from the sky.
As fierce as those from the wild.
But so sweet and would never lie.
Hair just like a silk.
And skin, soft and white like a milk.
With eyes that can see straight through your heart.
Even though its calm, tuned like a harp.
