When guardian angels send a sign it’s hard to miss,
So do as they ask and your life will be bliss.
But I can’t do what they ask of me,
Even though it fits like a key.
My evil stepmother is prone at my feet,
Eyes white and skin as papery as a sheet.
I don’t know why I have a blade in my hand…
It’s as if it has been planned.
The guardian angels keep my grip firm,
Horrible memory making my eyes b...
