JazzGirl221

Who is that girl? Who is that girl in the mirror? Staring back at me? With my hair, my eyes, my face, Have I ever seen? She goes through her lonely life Day to painful day. A lost soul in search of help, Continuing to be frayed. Her rough family torn apart, Crushed beneath one's feet. She hopes and prays and pleads, That one day, she will meet. She begs and pleads to be saved, A single, lone voice does hear. A God to keep her safe in troubles, Her blessed savior is near. He reaches out His arms to her, Just like he did on the cross. He holds her close and soothes her, Helping her through her loss. Once her thoughts of bet

Watch for when the shadows creep, 'Tis the end is near. And for angels who always weep, But never shed a tear. They feed on pardox, time, and space, Always growing stronger. Until you meet them face to face, And you last not much longer. They pick you out and stalk you, Always right behind. Your match out they blew, Until you lost your mind. The angels live in our sight, Never ever moving. Unless you turn out the light, My words they will be proving. If you are quick to think, You may just have a chance. But if you even just blink, You will be caught in their trance. They send you back in time, Let you live your life. Yo