Angel From Up Above
Shinning down on me with the endless flow of joy and love,
There are nights I find myself starin' at the moonlit sky,
Just to ponder all my why's,
All these things fill up inside my head,
Different though I never knew I had,
Most of the time I find myself stuck,
Thinking of a certain question that seems to mock,
Is there someone staring up at that bright moonlit sky?
Wondering the same thought as mine,
Searching for answers beneath the stars,
For someone, somewhere afar,
Lonely, desperate happy or contented it may be,
Is he the same? Then why should he?
Breaking the silence,
Unlocking the code,
Does life should be treated as a nuisance?
Or just as a books chapter waiting to be unfold?
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