My true self is an angel

wrapped in joyous love.

I catch a glimpse of her

every now and then – she sings to me –

and kisses me when I cry.

She has carried me along many dark roads

when no one else was around.

In the mountains of monotony, she shines

her diamond light so I will find her.

But she never stays too long.

How I wish we were one again:

back before time defiled me and

life separated me into two selves.

So now I know who I really am and

who I strive to be.