In the angel’s fleet of the butterfly
You lie silent
In your whispers and cries
To forget your pain, and veils of sin
In the poet’s words
Your lost will begin
You’re a silver drop in a well of tar
You shine under the jealously of the stars
So hold onto the Lord’s feet
As beautiful as you,
The angel’s fleet
You shine under the jealously of the stars
So hold onto the Lord’s feet
As beautiful as you,
The angel’s fleet
-Dedicated to my sister-
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