When I get closer to the destined halt of time,
Will the angels be there to guide me after I shed skin?
Could they put a good word for me and never climb?
I wanna hope that our Father art in heaven to take me in.
Am I to face another form of existence based on pure love?
Will I lose my memory and have no recall of prior events?
And if by accident I am labelled as a black sheep of a drove,
Will I have to toddle off and look for more merciful friends?
I'm sure my guardian angel won't leave me in the lurch,
He's created out of the same essence that makes up my soul.
For those hunted and fallen souls he'll be going to search
Until we cuddle up to each other and become whole.
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abrazame/
