An angel is crossing,
The skies with a book;
A river sings “morning”,
When I’m still with you.
You left me starving,
You planted the blues;
But here’s the morning,
Unveiling what’s new.
I gave birth to something,
I was lit by you;
Never thought would matter,
Bloody rain you poured.
Someone’s watching my misery,
It’s a winged being but not you;
Her light hovers on the ceiling,
What a morning I accrued!
Did I dream or had a nightmare?
Where was I when you switched moods?
Now it’s morning and I’m lonely,
I can’t stand straight or move.
