My Angel Jasmin!

Of sisal rope and hemp,

Twisting in the storm,

In the pits of hell it end,

Hanging there forlorn,

A little angel though, much hyper,

Gave it a tuck from heaven gate,

Upwards pulled the burning fibre,

Before it was too late,

Storms and tears put out the fire,

Love has tears you know,

With her wings, she pulled me higher,

Having me in tow,

The devil never knew me gone,

Had inhaled some of that dope,

None of this on him would dawn,

That’s what you get from smoking rope,

Still climbing higher day by day,

To escape that burning pit,

To heaven make my way,

Every day, just a little bit,

She watches every step I take,

She guides me with her love,

Without her not a step I make,

Until we’re up above

03/05/2008