The first time I heard the angel sing by my ear, we were down by the hospital and I was seeing the world for the first time.
Sounding like a scream, warning me of all that was to come, she ached for my return.
The last time I heard the angel sing by my ear, my brother was driving too fast and the dead end street didn’t seem like a stopping point.
Sounding like a lullaby, welcoming me into her haven, she caressed my soul for eternity.
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