angels

Where is this place?
What I am doing down here?
Lying in a pit of failure,
Was I not so able?

Looking through the fog,
Finding a face that cares,
Hearing the comfort in your voice,
And arms that hold and carry.

When the dawn seems futile,
Stuck from down on the floor.
Love comes to carry us,
To lift our eyes to Hope,
Angels called friends.

sč
KL, 1997