Angel

- Ronnie - Jonah arrived at the door of my room, rubbing his eyes asif he'd just cry.
- That was Jonah? Why are you crying?
- I can not sleep, I miss Dad.
I hugged him - I also miss him - the memories of last summer with him back to my mind, I just could not resist and cry - you know, I hadan idea, come with me?
He raised his face swollen and followed me to the place that was my piano, I sat on the bench and began fingering.
- What will you play? - He asked sitting next to me.
- A song that was playing daddy, when he was away and I could not sleep, I called him and he played this song.

"Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel "not good enough"
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight"

My fingers took notes of the keyboard as if it were automatic andevery note I played I remember when I was little, when things were different.

"In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here"

Jonah had slept beside me, but I continued with the same vivacity of the beginning, that song made me well, my father brought back.

"So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees"

Forces did not know that, but I kept playing, I felt the tears hit my eyes and the delicate ivory keys.

"In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here"

When I finished the song, despite the darkness of night and thefourth pitch, a pale light illuminated the piano.
- Father - I murmured to no finding comfort - you are here and always will be, both for myself and Jonah, we love you.

"I also love you" - Steve answered, even if their children do notlisten.