Will the Angels hear from me,
The confessions of an innocent man.
Starlight blinds their eyes to see,
The sins from which I ran.
Some men search life long,
For the perfection that was mine.
Why let go…what went wrong.
My enemy has always been time.
Those of us with iron hearts,
Rarely feel the bliss,
Of the purity that starts,
With that first glorious kiss.
I tell you I had it…in my hand.
That thing that eludes us all.
It is as simple as a grain of sand,
As transparent as a crystal ball.
Love and loss are cohorts still.
They laugh at the game of life.
Passion their tool, pain their skill.
With them the soul knows only strife.
I loved her and have bared the cross
For her I always stood tall.
Was it my blessing or my loss,
To have loved her at all.