Everything goes cold as the moon rises in the sky

The devil comes to criticize as I sorely cry

My protector has left me blind in the dark

I can feel the stopping of my broken heart

They say that this will all make me stronger in the end

They say it will get better but never exactly when

I try to make it as I count the days but break down anyhow

Looking up to Heaven I ask god for my angel now

I can feel his sympathy but still feel doubt

Anger at his challeneges all I can do is shout

Looking to fiction and fantasy for some kind of relief

Counting up all my mistakes I'm left with nothing but grief 

I see my angel in my mind and cry because he isn't really there

Eyes of amber, skin of snow, and shining golden hair

Yet at times I feel his presence even though I cannot see

Maybe one day this god of my dreams could be my reality

I look to my ancestors for some sort of guidance

But when I think of them all I know is silence

So I carry on as best I can until the frabjous day

I don't know if I can do, but I swear on my life I will find a way