An Angel Walking Out the Door
I saw an angel walking
out the door
As her hair slightly swayed in slow motion,
And her feet turned her figure into the water of a peaceful stream.
If a strand of hair fell from her head that day,
I would have lifted it from the ground swearing
Not to tell the world what was been left behind,
For I would treasure it in an empty box only to open
In times of hardship when I would need comfort knowing
That the things that are said to be so far away are
Quite possibly standing right by my side.
She knelt in a room of traffic that was driving
On a road exchanging pleasantries and taking the risk of
Becoming bloodshed but she never would have seen her killer,
For her eyes were closed in a prayer of worship.
Electricity was going through my skin and bones,
Cornering my eyes into a place where I could no longer run,
And I became the individual of an innocent arrest where
Freedom could be the only possible verdict given in trial.
This isnít misery at all because this is the best day of my life
And I know this soft-spoken heart will never beat in a position of power,
But I hope that what I have witnessed can leave behind,
Even the smallest legacy to a generation that
Will look at me not as I am now,
But at a different age.
I saw an angel walking out the door and
She has spoken to me just by her actions that
Show me along with anyone who tries to see,
That there is a heaven and a love greater than
Any other thatís waiting to be found.