I will not be alone tonight,
I'll be dancing with angels.
I've felt so alone every day,
but I see them now
offering me their hands to dance...
Wanting me to feel what they feel,
to see what they see.
That I am not really alone....
That on those cold nights that I cry
there is an angel standing by,
wiping away my tears,
and brushing the hair from my face. . . .

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 286 AF.