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Created on: July 11, 2008
Night Visions
I think I saw an angel last night
With wings unfurled and a halo of light
Don't laugh at me you demons of night
I know for a fact I saw an angel of light
Oh yeah, well prove it you mean little bird
That's the stupidest thing we have ever heard
I saw her I swear it. What more can I say
If you don't want to believe me then just go away
I know I saw an angel of light
I know that I saw her just last night
Fine, fine just tell us already before we hit your head
Hurry, hurry it is almost time to go to bed
That's where I saw her, my angel of light
After hours of nightmares by my side last night
She woke me from nightmares and brushed back my hair
Told me not to worry, no nightmares while she was there
Whatever, whatever it was probably a dream
Now go to sleep before we use you to let off some steam
I know that I saw her, this angel of light
I know they are liars, those demons of night
Look, look there she is again! My angel of light
Oh thank-you dear angel for returning to me tonight
I couldn't just leave you alone
I've come back to ask you to come home
Please walk with me so we are not alone
I pause at this thought. Do I want to leave here tonight?
I look around me at my sleeping demons of night
Then turn back to look at the angel of light
Thank you dear lady for your proposal tonight
But I'm never alone with my demons of night
My once sweet angel of light how angry she is tonight
Her once loving eyes now glow with an evil light
Fire surrounds her and rises up high I fear I will die tonight
Then I feel something, arms going around me tight
I look over my shoulder and there I see my demons of night
The angel of light leaves with a scream
Leaving me with demons of night
But believe me that is all I need to get through the night
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