Taking my thunder under its wings,
my angel flew a distant dream.
In milestones, laid out far and wide,
a memory etched of love and pride.
Unfulfilled visions, incomplete goals.
A dying wish, a flickering hope.
Take me with you, my sweet angel, I sang the holy song.
I heard nothing for eternity, believing he was gone.
One day I woke up to my windows broken,
to realise, of love and compassion he was a token.
With sounds from a far-away world,
I had finally got my call.
I knew I had to go,
to a land of no friends, no foe.
To be united in a space unknown,
to return to a piece of my soul.