They...

They will never know,
They will never see,
How my heart bleeds,
Or the pain inside of me.

They do not understand,
They do not even feel,
That my heart is at it's end,
And my nightmares far to real.

O angel on high,
Hear my call!
Hear my cry.
Don't let me fall.

When things are bad,
And nights are cold.
When it drives me mad,
Your hand is mine to hold!

this is a prayer, for my angel to read.
I call upon thee, in times of need.

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