I tried to get away,
to find a way to escape,
to run away from this pain.
After feeling this sorrow
day after day,
I ran away,
and started a new life.
It was good,
yes it started off great.
But surly I had to face my fate.
I guess that when I packed my bags I also packed my troubles.
Instead of getting away, it follows me from place to place
So instead of being happy,
I still cry myself to sleep and go off to my place of dreams,
a place my fate cant touch.
The place that keeps me living each day
because in that one place
awaits my guardian angle.
She keeps her wings over me and I'm finally set free.
I dread waking up for I have to face the next day.
I want to sleep forever,
so I can dream forever
... dream of my angle.
With wings as of a shield she covers me.