Portrait of an Angel

The sun is shining on my face I feel the love with swelling grace I look into your sky blue eyes See within the dwelling lies I fill with love fill with hate Don't try now its much too late You've lied before you'll lie again I musn't worry its your sin. Yet all these lies deceits and wrongs Were aimed at me for all too long Listen to the stories do tell of me and mine they banish to hell You painted a portrait of a girl not me Let it hang on the wall for all to see For though the artist wrong and bitter In mine eye there be a glitter Someday a wonderful creature will come Walk forward he will and tell you some "This girl is not of what we see, Her beauty surpasses that of thee. You've wronged her ripped her and tortured her soul. Down you need climb a hell hole. Heavenly creature come to me, Let me see the beauty of thee. How long hath he hid it? How long were you beat?" "Only as long as I let him defeat. I knew someday that you'd be here. To give me thy love and thy cheer, You would save my soul, rescue my mind. For that sir, I find you are kind. That hateful bastard, that sorry ass. But you've thrown him down upon the grass. You stood above told him "crawl away" Walked away and there he lay To let him think and ponder of what he did bad, Weep and cry as he finds what he once had." But the beauty within pass by Those who makes others weep and cry. Happiness sees past masks of good And walks to those of Anglehood