A sweet song,enhancing,ravishing and blushing her face...

with the bright torch,

shuts her sweet little eyes makes her yawn

untill the day light,

I remember,

her face shining like the new born...

but I still ask my self ,

when will the morning angel come?

I still remember the light shining on her,

I like her smile,her face and fabulous expressions...

But she never kept dreams on her,

she knew that her life will fade with no expectations...

So I still ask my self when will the morning angel come?

I can hear her cries,it echoes

even through the darkness,

although she is no more...

her heart is still warm,

I cant see her,

but I feel like she is next to me,

again and again,

I still ask my self when will the morning angel come?

Her smile,her touch and her love...

all flew away,but i still feel that she is with me,

so now I drew her deep in my heart,

she is blured...

I feel her now, standing right next to me,

but when the wind blows harder,

she goes away with it...

And now I still call my self and ask,

When will the morning angel come?