Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
or a beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
it may be empty
or weightless and maybe
we'll find some peace tonight

You're in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here (angel, sarah mclachlan)

when i was about 13, i thought i saw an angel in a cemetery. i remember i only saw her for a moment. i did a double take when my brain registered what i saw. when i turned around, she was gone. she was totally white, and in this same position.



i still wonder if she were real. and what would be so sad that would cause her to cry like that. i thought that she should be happy because that person is now in heaven with her.