in my heart I feel dread
maybe the darkness is not dead
but my soul is with him
in each step he takes
I feel it hum
but with a grip he holds it tight
maybe he did win the fight
maybe I lost the light
my love is gone
she was a rose and now there's only a thorn
a lone spike in the wind
maybe I will rebuild
the walls that came down
and maybe my Angel can wear a crown
a thorn for there hurt
maybe I'll lift them up and give them the sky
and maybe she will then learn to fly
through the lasting wisps
a angel will fly
as divine as I can see  
there heart a dark blue sea
full of love for me to keep
a think I hear a heart on repeat
what a rose so kind
that not even the devil can leave her behind