My angel is undoubtedly
 The strangest of the kind
 At times, she flies before me
 And then she stays behind
She always seems to follow
 Her own rules and laws
 Her waters are so shallow
 Her sea is like the claws
 Of the young fox whose shyness
 Will never show again
 After his first prey's blindness
 Has washed him like the rain
 Taking away his innocence
 Laughing at his wild heart
 Whose scream is reduced to silence
 And silent of whose prey's the heart.  |