A Flight Gone Bad???

Was in the library for group discussion. Barvie went toilet while I waited for the others, and I suddenly my muse was slapped me on the back of my head to get my to open my notebook and pick up my pen... I have no title for this "thing" that I composed but here goes......

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Sometimes I find myself in the clouds
Sometimes I find myself in the bowels of hell

The cloudy days let me drift across the Seven Seas
I take my flight with the cool, light breeze
A wonder to let my mind wander
Until the lightning comes asunder
Striking me down towards the ground

My hopes flee from me, out of my grasp
The grass parts, the ground crack to take me into its depth
The reach of hot fingers scorch my soul
I feel the wrath of the devil that was deepset within me
The flames engulf me and my spirit is gone
I burn in despair and loneliness, utterly helpless

Until you come and throw a rope my way
I struggle to hang on, you tell me to grab tight
You give me confidence and I know I'd be alright
Away from the darkness you pull me,
and I am blinded by the dawning sun
I turn to search for you face and realise,
The glow is from you, my Angel

Now I fly with you.

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Don't know how I got the "feeling" to write this la... But I think still very amateurish. Needs major improvement.

But I dedicate this to all those feeling down and depressed, sometimes the Angel is your friend sometimes people whom you don't know.

But it could also be YOU yourself, who pulls yourself out of your darkness.

:)