Last night I leveled with the angels

They were everywhere and there was nothing I could do

And it wasn’t their call. We entered the house greeted by a stranger

Who would soon replace ours.



And right away I knew I was entering

A place of uncertainty and disdain.

Why is father on the phone? Did he notice

Her withering hand

Or is it something she said?

Up this flight of stairs how dare

I enter this room and this house.



I descend into a room down the hall

My hands are shaking and I must

Reason with the angels.

They will understand; they will see the tears,

Tell everyone I can make them let her go Now it’s me I’ve got to let go.



And right away I knew I was entering

A place of uncertainty and disdain.

Why is father on the phone? Did he notice

Her withering hand

Or is it something she said?

Up this flight of stairs how dare

I enter this room and this house.…

She’s in heaven now; this house couldn’t work as a cage for an angel.

Now it’s me I’ve got to let go.



To a place of uncertainty and disdain.

Why is father on the phone? Did he notice

Her withering hand

Or is it something she said?

Up this flight of stairs how dare

I enter this room

On the phone

Did he notice

Her withering hand

Or is it something she said?

Up this flight of stairs how dare

I enter this room and this house




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