But someone shut the drapes.
The drift of the wind passes you by,
And chills go down your spine.
You open the drapes,
To close the windows.
You use all the strength you have, but it wouldn't close.
You quit. You know you couldn't do it.
You stare out the window
And notice an Angel.
The angel opens its wings,
And you notice an object in its hand.
The object is not to round,
But definitely not a square.
It makes a noise,
Like the low note of a piano.
As you look into the Angel's hand,
the object melts.
You wonder why,
So you look harder.
As the object slips away,
You notice something inside you is wrong.
Something's missing.
Something that makes you "you."
As the Angel raises its hand,
You notice the object was gone.
You soon notice that the object was yours.
It belonged to you.
That object was something special.
And it completed you.
No it wasn't your personality.
Not even your knowledge.
Could it possibly be your thoughts?
Maybe it was your happiness.
As the angel came closer,
You began to think.
You began to think of that object.
What was that object?
The angel whispers in your ears,
Love, pain, kindness over and over again.
You suddenly fall to the ground,
Noticing what you've been missing.
That object was your heart.
As you realized that,
The angel fades away.
Repeating, those words.
You suddenly think,
Could this be a test?
Could this be a dream?
Could this be a trick?
You go to close the window.
You did it.
You Cheer, but suddenly stop.
Was the angel teaching me something?
Words suddenly go into our head.
Go for it.
Don't Quit.
You can do it.
You then realized that the vision you saw was for a reason.
The angel was telling you to prove your love.
You look through the window and see the angel shaking it's head,
Whispering the words you did it.
So maybe the angel can help you through your life.
Maybe it can help you pass a test.
Who knows?
You're only a Neopet.
The drift of the wind passes you by,
And chills go down your spine.
You open the drapes,
To close the windows.
You use all the strength you have, but it wouldn't close.
You quit. You know you couldn't do it.
You stare out the window
And notice an Angel.
The angel opens its wings,
And you notice an object in its hand.
The object is not to round,
But definitely not a square.
It makes a noise,
Like the low note of a piano.
As you look into the Angel's hand,
the object melts.
You wonder why,
So you look harder.
As the object slips away,
You notice something inside you is wrong.
Something's missing.
Something that makes you "you."
As the Angel raises its hand,
You notice the object was gone.
You soon notice that the object was yours.
It belonged to you.
That object was something special.
And it completed you.
No it wasn't your personality.
Not even your knowledge.
Could it possibly be your thoughts?
Maybe it was your happiness.
As the angel came closer,
You began to think.
You began to think of that object.
What was that object?
The angel whispers in your ears,
Love, pain, kindness over and over again.
You suddenly fall to the ground,
Noticing what you've been missing.
That object was your heart.
As you realized that,
The angel fades away.
Repeating, those words.
You suddenly think,
Could this be a test?
Could this be a dream?
Could this be a trick?
You go to close the window.
You did it.
You Cheer, but suddenly stop.
Was the angel teaching me something?
Words suddenly go into our head.
Go for it.
Don't Quit.
You can do it.
You then realized that the vision you saw was for a reason.
The angel was telling you to prove your love.
You look through the window and see the angel shaking it's head,
Whispering the words you did it.
So maybe the angel can help you through your life.
Maybe it can help you pass a test.
Who knows?
You're only a Neopet.