You have been filled with lies, heartache and sadness
Angel you are what we know as pain.
You have travelled around the world, travelled through the madness
To end up here, beating on my chest.
My darling you have struggled, been rejected in the rain
But it’s still you who shows me rainbows in the storm.
You scare away the monsters, so all I’m left with is my bed.
You give me comfort in the seas of people, and a flame in the dark.
Once, you were cast out of my father’s dead chest,
You were hidden away in a place no one found.
I was blind to the wisdom you carried,
But now I can see your purpose, now you have a meaning.
Now I can truly see you for what you are.
A book; Old and worn, thick and filled with stories.
Stories of those who walked before me. Memories of happiness and tales.
You carry heritage and my ancestors. You carry me, and my future.
Our stories are shared with the children, and the greedy.
Our stories that are not yet famous.
But one day we promise to tell the world.