The old man’s heart stoped beating

All alone he died in bed

For not a soul cared he was dead

With all the sins he was condemned

The Angel picked his soul up

And lifted him from all that’s painful

Before he would reach his fate

He whispered, “dance with me Angel.”

The man was not a pure human

He was a sinner in his soul

And the Angel knew all that

The Angel saw the broken man as a whole

But the Angel danced with him

Forgetting all the mans sins

And they dances up top the clouds

With no thought of coming down.

The Angels feet were as quick as rain

As the Angel span his mortal hands

Heavens music lightly played

Like an angelic marching band.

For eternity they danced

On the cloud he had a chance

To be at peace with all he’d done

In the Angels perfect trance.