I want to hold my head up high I want to fly till I touch the sky I want to make my angel smile.
Days will be hard and nights cooler Life wonβt draw your card any more The storm outside would rage on & on Yet your music would raise me strong.
The wounds keep bleeding The tears keep falling I may not matter any longer But I promise to not let them monger.
Nothing can glimmer your dazzling light Believe me, you can scale pristine heights You are the brightest star ever Just let it shine sharp and clear.
Keep smiling Remain happy Brighten up my Angel of Joy You will always be my Phantom of Delight.
This was written for my little daughter whom I hadn't met for 6 long years. My last memory of her flashed & paused, at me kissing her tiny forehead, she was just 1 month old then, sleeping peacefully on her mom's lap, cuddled within caring silken arms.