When will I hear the sound of angels,

coming over me.

To fill the peace of mind,

and kill the endless pain.



Where must I start,

to get in touch with their hands.

To follow my dreams,

and let a new day rise.

A new day of lonelyness.

But their touch will cover my soul.

I will try to reach the sky,

and feel alive.



Will they fill my heart with peace,

and let it stay alive.

Till this tremendous feeling,

clean me up inside.

I really tried, yes I tried,

my life will be their decision.

When will I fall.

into their loving arms.



When will the sun come down,

like a tear drop from you eyes.

So we we'll rise up to paradise.



© Tangarine