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my guitar in my hand ...

I start strumming...

and I start singing

* a midnight wind, passes by*

* I sing a song to the dark night sky*

* twinkling stars up so high*

* so wonderful to my eyes *

I ended it and I looked up.

songs are my passion,love and life

but I haven't made it big yet.

a lot of people tell me I'm good.

"tomorrow is the day,"

I quietly say as i close my window.

I sighed and placed my guitar down.

" day I may make it big.."

outside my window there was a person,

but I didnt take much notice as a glance.

^mysterious men^

"brother do you hear that?"

"yes..."

"and..."

"that voice is a Angel's....."

"what do you think they will do to her."

"I dont even dare think of it."

"do you think..."

"yes brother but we must wait until we are sure"

"ok"