In the silence of the night
A girl creeps slowly to the door
Creaks it open and tiptoes out
Across a cobblestone floor.
Onto the street and around the block
To a house that's still with sleep
A particular bedroom in this house
Into which she'll silently creep
Take the hand of a sleeping beauty
Her face pale in the soft moonlight
Deliver her to a safe haven
Hidden and out of sight
This is where the angels take
The closest of their friends
Like a guardian watching their treasure
And their impending, uncertain ends.
I know that this may make no sense
That's not how it's meant to be
It doesn't have specific meaning
To you, though it does to me.
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