
Though the pain is sharp,And my heart is dark,I still feel the support of angels.Holding me softly,Keeping my alive,Reminding me of why I survive.Though shadows may surround you,Never give in,Because the angels will always be there,To save you from the demon within.The light little touch,Of not just one,But two, three, and four.Though the pain may be sharp,And your heart may be dark,You'll always have at least one angel