Angel

Angel

Angel

Once I stood here, looking after a light all nights,

And picking up a dream, where you fall into sleep.

I wrote down all things, as the sun rises up,

You sit by the window, and take down this book.

Have you heard a bird singing in your dreams?

For you, I would like to be the bird.

If I am out, please take me as the wind,

And I just want you to know who I was.