Holding an angel in my arms tonight. Her unexplained presence is enough for my overwhelmed mind. She cries softly, as to not make a sound. Her beauty surrounds me. Holding an angel in my arms tonight as she drifts peacfully into sleep. Her heart beat, much to my ears unworthyness, is a lullaby, a chorus, the most beautiful sound God may have put to my ears. Misunderstanding, I hold this angel and her touch captivates my soul. Overwhelmes me, consumes. Holding an angel in my arms tonight, she speaks in such a whisper, that my ears are left in dismay. All I can do is whisper back, and hold this beautiful creature in my arms. This angel, that I am holding in my arms tonight, has lips that seek such likness of my own. The kiss of this angel is a new world, a new shelter, a new love. Holding this angel in my arms tonight, I should feel as if I am protecting this angel. But alas, I am not. This angel, she is protecting me. She is protecting me from all possible forms of a demon I can be. She is the music, and I. I am the one learning to hear. Holding this angel, in my arms tonight, I shall learn what it means to be weak, strong, and protected. I shall learn how to put my demons behind me. She is teaching me patience, forgivness, understanding, compassion, love, trust... Holding this angel in my arms tonight, I am becoming a new person. Holding this angel in my arms tonight, I can and will be weak, and I will stand ontop of the world.