Pain causes Adernaline

Running away, to believe it's a good choice to rejoice

Being in the garden where I used to work, can be away from the things I hold close,

In the eyes of the garden, to be in memories that make you laugh, that make you cry, that give you shelter from the closing of your palms and eyes of the child as he watches me paint my own flowers with no color,

For this day I begin to chose red, as the dress you wore for your first date, blue for the way I saw crystal blue waters coming to shore in your eyes and the way you look at me sometimes,

White in parts is the absence of your appearance, colors you were gifted with, colors that give inspiration for me to go on, colors that made life irresistible

Can't you hear, can't you see, my voices are telling me not to believe,

Seeing faces saying my past smiles will be watched and set me free with no gravity to hold me down,

In the garden of souls are taught to be angel to someone whenever they can, as a way for people thanking God for the help that your angel has given you,

This place was the paradise, the little boys who watch me paint knew I was blind to see that my garden was already painted and waited for me to see my love ones down below,

To show me that I was loved.

My life was around and never to be forgotten with red and blue flowers that cover my place on the ground,

The young faces with wings taught me that everyone has a different world which they bring with them to the place unknown, which they need to discover to let go and move on or known that forgiving the memories that tend not to show at the time was for you to search,

God's Angels only speak to you when your at peace,

My world was the gardenI that was my place, a place covered with red and blue flowers all around my name, a world of loved ones beside me but not yet

Sit patiently and learn how to be a angel, to be with you again, my family, my love, my companions and together as one.