Angelica (My Final Prayer)
Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call?
Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all?
Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind?
Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind.
Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leave
Was dying really the only way to save your sanity?
Angelica you’d died of a heartbreak I’ll never understand.
You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand.
Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul,
Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing hole?
In heaven do emotional wounds show like cuts then bleed?
And is anyone up there giving you the bandages you need?
Have they wiped the dirt of heartbreak yet so far away?
Are you beautiful again my love? Can you stay that way?
Has heaven purified you so that you’ll never hurt again?
Is it really a new beginning, or…is it just the end?
Angelica, do you miss me, up in the sky so free?
When it rains down on the earth, is that you crying for me?
I won’t accept that you’re gone, I need you around.
Leave the angels, leave the sky, comeback to the ground.
Oh ravaged Angelica! Why couldn’t I have healed you?
You hurt so much inside; there was nothing I could do
Have you gone away from me to rid yourself of tears?
I can be your heaven, please, I can’t live without you near!
Angelica, do you answer pleas from people everywhere?
Could you forget others for a while, and give my thoughts your care?
I want you back my love, my dear, tell me you didn’t die.
I want you to erase that day that we had to say goodbye.
Can the dead not converse with the living people here?
If not, than why should I have to endure even one more year?
Angelica, I’ll join you soon, wait for me up there.
God, deliver my soul to Angelica; that is my final prayer.














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