Angels wings and brushed back hair
Lifting me up into the air
Living blind was no way to be
Living once is enough for me

I’m no stranger to the saints
And I’ve befriended a foe or two
And the good Lord taketh away my pain
When I’m broken and feeling blue

Running water, running down stream
Things never really are what they seem
Friendships frail along twilight roads
They disappear and share no loads

Last breath tremble on bloody lip
Left the cafe without leaving a tip
Left my family, left my home
This ghost is determined to roam

(I am grateful.)