I’m – one more face in the crowd,

And I’m thinking out loud:

“Do you want to be my angel,

Cos you aren’t for me a stranger?..”

Oh, my dear, you’re so pure,

That your words for me like a cure;

You lifted me for the light -

I’m not inclined to fight!..

And I know, I wasn’t right,

When I felt the need to Hide -

Whispering to our God