It was just another day
Sitting alone in this house of mine
When I hear the telltale flutter
Of an angel with a message
Drift through the open window

He stands there in the window, head cocked to the side
The message still in his stretched out hand
A low droaning of a familiar whisper
Fills my stomach with dread
The messenger of God just looks on
A forgiving look etched in his face

I don't want this message
I try to ignore it
To pretend that it's not there
But the droaning continues
Growing louder and louder as the seconds pass

I know what this is
It haunts me time to time
Whenever I'm alone
It's easy to ignore
When a demon brings it around

But now I must confront it
There is no other choice
When the messenger of God stands in your window
There is no ignoring it