Within my heart there lies An angle with folded wings Unaware that he could fly That there is a world awaiting him Willingly I would take his hand Show him what lays beyond the stars A world onlythe winged can touch With a sigh I struggle to accept How he sees my flame as delusion Curled with twilight Refuses to accept day or night Tears burn with knowledge Twilight is fleeting Barely more than memory A star is less htan shadow Without the nights embrace Come my angel and see Night exists