In the Hands of an Angell
Clasped hands drifting apart as a soft wind blows
The sun slowly comes out from where it was hiding
Behind the grey clouds
She smiles ever so slightly as the light from the sun dances across her face
Our eyes meet and just for a blink of a second her smile disappears
Slowly she turns her back and begins to walk away
As she does the light from the sun grows brighter and brighter
I closed my eyes and then open them to find the light had disappeared
The clouds had covered the sun and raindrops began to fall
I closed my eyes and then opened them
And when I did the light had returned and she stood there smiling
Slowly she extended her hand
A soft wind blows and the light danced across her face
I took her hand and together we walked away into the light
There was never a choice to be made
When I saw her again alive and well
The choice was already made
Because she had my heart in her hands
My heart will always be in the hands of an Angell.