A question I strive with wings of flight an unanswered tale of mystery.
Are there angels in life or just a fairy tale?
With a blast of trumpets and thunder bolt light with a rustle of wings.
Wether trumpets or a fluttering of wings, is there really such things.
Unknown just the same a mystery and dwelling thoughts remain.
For answers to questions you know the same.
As when the right word is needed and dwelling visions of angel in flight.
Mortal thoughts of angels and acts of kindness and gentle needs.
If only a wisper or a voice in a lonely black night of sorrow.
In a night of screams I pray for answers, are there angels or just dreams....