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In Loving Memory Of Angel Dust
1982 - 2001
Survivor and TSF Member
Angel Dust, We Love You
Visit Angel Dust's TSF Memorial Page, and light a candle for her.
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What Well Be
Somedays it looks like rain
Doesn't mean we stay inside
Just because we might get wet
Doesn't mean we run and hide
We're given circumstance
Doesn't mean it's always good
Sometimes things don't end up
The way we thought they would
But my reality
Is nothing less than
All that you have promised me
What I see isn't always what will be
I know that there is a hope beyond what I can see
Can't say I understand
Each step along the way
What should be black or white
Suddenly is shades of gray
But when I can't see clear
I slimply close my eyes
This light in me is bigger
Than the world outside
It all makes perfect sense
Cause my trust is in nothing less than providence
It isn't so easy
Not like I thought it would be
But slowly I am seeing
Things are clear to you
©
Angel Dust
1999
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