Blue Angel

My blue angel sings of the nights that await us
He sings of the stories yet to be told
Yet his chorus goes unnoticed
The bridge tells of gold

My blue angel dances to a beat that has yet to exist
Creating an invisible melody in his mind
But his motions tell everything
He dances like everyone is watching
Though no one is at all

My blue angel writes a thousand words
That the world has yet to learn
And no one will ever speak of
Stil he writes as though everyone will know them

My blue angel cries not one tear
He has pride beyond this atmosphere
But he's blue because he hides an ocean
An ocean full of lost devotion
For he has no one to cry on