Strung Together

Do you hear music?
I hear it coming from all these fuzzy
Little trinkets trapped in this cage
From the pretty glass angel who
Sings one last time before her fall
Smiling, I reach
For the key
For the light
But I'm held back by al these
Pretty words strung together
With pretty ribbons
Light this little candle of mine
With hope
And join hands as one
My guardian angel is watching