The fire engulfed my hand, above the light,
Knowing that nothing can hurt me anymore.
My heart has burned, perished in the fight;
Now I see my life is nothing but a chore.

Ups and downs had never made the wrong seem right,
So I’ll not continue in this dull, harsh life.
And if I seek a quiet path with no light,
I’ll wonder if I’ll ever be freed from this great strife.

The world forever spins with no true end,
But we search for ways to flee, all in vain,
And I will ask, ‘What’s left for me to fend,
When love is lost and heaven feels our pain?’

She is an angel, no one knows the way
Across the bridge of thread that she weaves.
They fall, burdened by the price they must pay,
And like bloated corpses, her soul grieves.

Sin and sinner alike, she saves me still.
She is an angel seen by none but me.