The Guardian - Allen Lande

The creature spoke to me

Said, the moment you see me

That’s when I, I will leave you be

All that I’d become

The restless soul had now

Disappeared in tranquillity

The watcher on the stairs

The threshold of despair

Was the one, who would talk to me

All my life I’ve waited and anticipated

Hoping I’d some day awake

Here I stand, and I’m watching and I’m waiting

In your hands, and my journey can’t be over yet

My last stand, my life in your hands

Can’t turn back no more

No more

So who are you I see?

The angel watching me

From above as I go to sleep?

All my life I’ve waited and anticipated

Hoping some day you’d arrive

Here I stand, and I’m watching and I’m waiting

In your hands, and my journey can’t be over yet

My last stand, my life in your hands

Can’t turn back no more

No more

All my life I’ve waited and anticipated

Hoping some day you’d arrive

All the knowledge you have

That I’m dying to have

I am ready with an open mind

Here I stand, and I’m watching and I’m waiting

In your hands, and my journey can’t be over yet

My last stand, my life in your hands

Can’t turn back no more

No more

My last stand, my life in your hands

Can’t turn back no more, no more

No!