MY ANGELS HAND And with my angels hand upon my shoulder I walked through the door and into the stream of memories I wade through the tickle of your breath against my ear the heat of your hands over mine I begin to float away into the sea of what could have been But my angels grip tightens and pulls me back urging me on Pictures float by Your smile Your eyes I go on and walk though your walking away My angels arms are around me pulling me up, out of the salty water I realize I've fallen in And with my angel behind me I move on