Guardian Angel

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[Verse 1]
I knelt down at his feet, to face the grim defeat, his vital signs so low,
And brought him water, cold, to help his faint heartbeat and make his spirit grow.
His lips were cracked with heat, his body torn and beat by countless wicked foes,
His spear, with a steel tip, kept him discrete through agonizing throes.
A flicker in his eyes, a final, faint surprise before the darkness starts,
He whispered soft goodbyes, beneath the weeping skies that tear my soul apart,
"Until these wounds comprise a memory that dies, and mend our broken hearts."

[Chorus]
So let him guide my hand and be the one who takes complete control,
Or hold me when the rage in me begins to take its awful, burning toll.
He sometimes covers up my eyes to purify my mind and soul,
To calm the storm and clarify and make my broken spirit whole, to reach a higher goal.
Forever, I am just a man, my time is short, a fleeting, fragile scroll,
But the feathered strategist will turn my path from every single hole, and pay the final toll.
With no theatrics or false pride, he plays his noble, vital role,
And overlooks my foolish flaws, on his divine and constant patrol.

[Verse 2]
From the blue sky, the rain came down, a sudden, striking, shocking blast,
A final, fatal, frowning sound, a shadow from the past has been recast.
A waterfall of water, profound, on the cold ground the foam amassed,
It came without a single cloud around, its heavy die was truly, finally cast.
My guardian from heaven, renowned, was shivering, soaked down to the bone,
And as the rags fell from his flesh, unwound, the awful, graphic truth was starkly shown.
From fresh and ancient scars that compound, no living skin was left, just weathered stone.
I froze in horror on that sacred ground, and my lost soul let out a mournful, broken groan.

[Chorus]
So let him guide my hand and be the one who takes complete control,
Or hold me when the rage in me begins to take its awful, burning toll.
He sometimes covers up my eyes to purify my mind and soul,
To calm the storm and clarify and make my broken spirit whole, to reach a higher goal.
Forever, I am just a man, my time is short, a fleeting, fragile scroll,
But the feathered strategist will turn my path from every single hole, and pay the final toll.
With no theatrics or false pride, he plays his noble, vital role,
And overlooks my foolish flaws, on his divine and constant patrol.

[Bridge]
And when I see a feather fall, a single, silent, soft reply,
I'll answer to its gentle call beneath the endless, empty sky.
His spear reminds me of it all, how heroes stand and villains die,
How his immortal soul stands tall, and will not break or bend or lie.
Against each countless enemy, a beastly, ghastly, spectral shade,
He fights on through the night and day, for every promise that he made, a heavy price that must be paid.


[Verse 3]
And when the path leads to a storm, where wicked things take twisted form, and break the sacred norm,
And all my plans are tumbling down, and I can't stay safe and warm, and join the losing swarm...
He'll lead me through the mess, unseen, and keep me from all harm, with his celestial charm,
And weave a lesser evil's thread, and sound the false alarm, and shield me with his arm.
And time and time again he fights the evil and the dread, for words that have been said,
And falls from sheer exhaustion, like he's numbered with the dead, his blood a riverbed.

[Chorus]
So let him guide my hand and be the one who takes complete control,
Or hold me when the rage in me begins to take its awful, burning toll.
He sometimes covers up my eyes to purify my mind and soul,
To calm the storm and clarify and make my broken spirit whole, to reach a higher goal.
Forever, I am just a man, my time is short, a fleeting, fragile scroll,
But the feathered strategist will turn my path from every single hole, and pay the final toll.
With no theatrics or false pride, he plays his noble, vital role,
And overlooks my foolish flaws, on his divine and constant patrol.

[Outro]
I knelt down at his feet... where earth and heaven meet...
And brought him water, bittersweet...
His lips were cracked... his body tracked with scars of his defeat...
But he fights on... his heart still beats...
He fights for me... a love complete...