stokerbramwell

                   Can you find love in a damaged heart?           Can you feel life within broken dreams? Where were the angels that I cried for? Hidden in the mists. There is a murky fog of memories Haunting me. We cannot stop what has begun For what is done forever will be done. The angels came Not quite too late My saving grace The angels came. But only after I was saved. I could not be what was desired I could only be what I am. What am I? Will no one let me know? But I know.