My Archangel

  When the days are bleak and the mind is slow,
Shower me your light and make me glow;
  When the sky is dark and joy becomes my foe,
Take my hand and lead me the way to go;
  When the storm rages and my sea get churned,
Be my beacon and sail me to safety unharmed;
  When the uncertain fear grow like vice vines,
Tear them apart and let my spirit shine;
  When the suffocating shackles binds me over,
Break the chains and help me discover;
  When my heart is weak and bleeding to cry,
Hold out your arms hide me so the pain goes by.