So many times, I’ve run from my dreams. So many times, I’ve lost myself in my thoughts. So many times, I’ve stood on this stage, while this scenario changed. What am I, a show for the world’s amusement? I know the end; this scene has played out a thousand times before. But then…

You grabbed my hand. You raised my head as it began to descend. You wiped the tears before they rain. You supported me before I fell. Your an angel with wings of white, a bright star with a comforting smile, a warm blanket on those cold days, a clear thought on those clouded situation.

So many times, I’ve been lost for words. So many times, I’ve forgotten my lines. So many times, I’ve fought, to end up suffering the abuse. Who am I, the tragedy of this drama? I see the end; all you see is a new begin. But then…

You grabbed my hand. You lifted my head as it began to descend. You wiped the tears before they rain. You supported me before I fell. Your an angel with wings of white, a bright star with a comforting smile, a warm blanket on those cold days, a clear thought on those clouded situation.

So many times, I’ve wondered how this happen. So many times, I wandered aimlessly, while you just found your way to me. Where am I, if I’m not with you? Your an angel with wings of white, a bright star with a comforting smile, a warm blanket on those cold days, a clear thought on those clouded situation.