Will it be alright, or shall I always
have to make it do, always
holding my man's hand
so that he does not fall?

Will it be alright, or will it
not last?
Is he too just a dupe
of himself?

My first angel
delivered pills, he brought
heaven to the camping site
and soon became a home for me

Celebrating birthdays
with the whole family
Nice and quiet days
My life became mine

The others also flew
like angels high
on my breath, to be free
away, from me, from home

I waited
Come into my arms
Listen to me
Take care of me