dragonqueen Posted November 14, 2003 Report Posted November 14, 2003 Lines of poetry Fly through my head. As I lie here In my warm bed. I reach for them Like a drowning man reaches for air. They are my salvation. Without them, hope is not there. My words are My angel. Keeping me from sinking To the depths of Hell. I grasp the arms Of my strong angel Saving me from The depths of Hell. He holds me tight And comforts me. My soul is calmed And I am content to let it be.
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