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Flying With The Angels ©

Gathering around
A tiny hospital bed,
are the faces of a grieving family
watching her fight.

The tuneless mechanical beeping
that is timing each minute,
is hooked up to the sick girl
and is in time with her frail heart.

She lies still with the tube down her throat,
she is too weak to move now,
so she just lies, eyes half closed,
but she still fights.

Unaware of the people in her room
she feels so lonely,
she asks God why her?
Or why anybody at all?

Her hollow breathing rebounds off the pristine walls
and she knows she is nearing the end,
but she refuses to dies alone
so she fights harder still.

There is a choll in the air
and the room gets colder,
the bones in her body are ice
and the pain is now unbearable.

She cries out for her mother,
"I cant do it much longer Mummy,"
"it hurts so much"
Her mother rushes to her side and whispers gently,
"Its okay Baby, I'm here, Everybody is here."
"Mummy"
"yeah baby?"
"i'm sorry I couldnt be everything you wanted me to be, but I tried..."
A tear slipped down her mothers cheek and she spoke hoarsely,
"you were everything I ever wanted and more, I'm so proud of you darling"
"I think its time to go now Mum, but I'm so scared"
"Dont be scared my little angel, you wont hurt much longer."
"I love you Mum, I love you so much"
"I love you too baby, but its time to give up the fight"

The life slips from her grasp,
before the sea of people ,
and the beeping of her life support turned into an endless note,
she was finally flying with the angels.

As the tears flowed freely from her mothers eyes,
the crowd of mourners looked on sympathetically
Watching the grieving mother cry for her lost baby

Hand in Hand
Going in the deep side without saying no
All linked in hands
Too scared to let go
Then go back up to where we could touch the sand

Still we were hand in hand

Now when we need each other the most of all
We’ve finally let go
To let each other fall
With no paddle to row

No longer hand in hand

No one to catch you when you fall
Or save you when a current pulls you under
I guess you weren’t there after all
And it starts to rain, no thunder

No longer there

Now im all alone
Almost dead
And you’re up on your thrown
There’s nothing left to be said

Still there

As I wake up from this nightmare
And we’re hand in hand
Friends forever as you swear
As im pulled back to where my toes touch the sand

After all

We’ll be hand in hand
To catch each other when we fall
Together as if trapped in a rubber band
As large as the world gets its still small

Cuz we’ve been hand in hand after all

My Little Angel

My little angel
isn't so bright
her wings are black
and comes out at night

shes fairly pretty
but her dress is all torn
she's not so nice
so just be warned

she does her best
to make me bad
when i do good
that makes her mad

her eyes are red
full of fire
some of her body
is wrapped in barbwire

instead of a halo
around her head
she carries a blade
one swipe and you're dead

her skin is grey
and her heart is hollow
whatever she does
you better not follow

her soul may be empty
and her actions unpure
but shes my little angel
i know this for sure

-willow cigrand march 28 2007