I look around But cannot see;

Where is this angel Meant to defend me?

Is it my home Where tensions lie?

Or is it at my school Where danger's high?

Is it at distance Where it watches me live?

Or is it close to me So close it can give?

Is it there Guiding my hand

Or is it tossing me So that I may land

I don't think any of these are true Not because I don't believe

But, rather, As I said before

I cannot see.