when i sing
he comes...
his there, i can feel him close...
i feel scared
yet warm...
i dream one day
that i could see him
touch him truths him...
when he wants to show
his here
he shows it with
a dead light
or with a laugh...
i start to panic
but still i want to stay...
will i ever stand face to face
with him...
with my stange angel?
with my guardian angel?
with my unseen friend?...
he comes...
his there, i can feel him close...
i feel scared
yet warm...
i dream one day
that i could see him
touch him truths him...
when he wants to show
his here
he shows it with
a dead light
or with a laugh...
i start to panic
but still i want to stay...
will i ever stand face to face
with him...
with my stange angel?
with my guardian angel?
with my unseen friend?...
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