Angel of ProtectionIf I could wrap my angels wingsAround your backAnd hold you stillProtect you from those horrid thingsAnd save you from yourselfIf I could spend, just one last time, not even just to make you mineBut to ensureJust for myselfThat you'd be fineI wouldCos I'd take bullets, in this moment, to ensure you'd be happyAll the pain, and everything, that it would meet it's end.Want nothing more, then for someone, the very next, to come alongAnd do what I no longer can, to hold you and protect.Cos baby, you are beautiful, more so than you will ever knowAnd don't you worry about me, a warrior's what I amAnd to the next, wish all the best, so long as you just treat him right!Please be answer that he needs, protect him in my stead.
Ghosts of Spaces, Hungry FacesI miss the somethings but not the someonesThere's spaces to be filled cause all that filled it was wrongAnd the vacuums, the places where they stood around meI feel them tug to absorb as I walk through the streetsSad? Am I sad? Hm.... well not for somebodyJust a sad kind of echo here cause it is lonelyBut it had to be done, cos they didn't quite fitThe spaces won't have less than love that's legitAnd the spaces fuzzed faces, in expressions of painBeg me, 'Fill us, with with something real!', 'gain and againAnd I nod in a promise as I walk through these streetsTill I come across something, people with real heartbeats.