Be wary of the child lost in pain
Who lusts in the lost desire of love
Who is stricken down by the hell bestowed upon her
Where there is no mercy which can hold the contempt of love or hate
Yet it is ratified by such a love of great divinity
A heart of sheer stone enveloped in the arms of a man
A man still a child at heart
A pain that lost the embers of the flame
A passion of the heart that still beats true
It is carpeted with angelic light
Even in the midst of truth and dishonesty
The angel has spread her wings tonight
And flown through the mountains of the majestic valley
Which were once torn apart by what was thought to have been love
Only the heart knows the truth
And in the darkest hours
The angel did land
In a land of temptation
He heart led the way
Which granted her the greatest power ever bestowed upon man
There she held that power strong and true.