Their metaphors and smilies
didn't strike no chord with me,
For the language lacked musicality.
The words written slowly drifted
Across the page and died silently.
I was about to give up
When notes began to appear
And flutter delicately
Across the page,
Rising, rising to create a symphony,
Filled with awe and meaning
Until they sang
brilliantly, resonating,
Haunting me beautifully.

For where the angels fear to tread
God sends cherubs there instead.
They're held closer to the ear
And whisper there's no need to fear.
Don't be afraid when darkness falls
Just say your prayers, help will be called.
Angels follow the words you say,
That's the reason people pray.