They took me into a bar.

They started CPR.

They thought I was dead.

My heart started beating instead.

In the hospital, I awoke.

They said I had Heat Stroke.

Now I'm not afraid to die.

There I'll be looking down from the sky.

I'll be your silend angel guarding you from danger.

No, I won't be a stranger.

The wind will brush by and you'll feel me nearby.

So strange, how thou love to be alone
Silent roars bellows,
echo's on in solitude
And so whispers the silend cackles
of knowledge's tone
Drift on the winds of melody,
sets the mood
Harps of silent tears bellows a symphony