There used to be an angel ...

There used to be an angel that carried your name, far from above it would keep you sain ... You knew you would be protected, be immersed in it's light. For there was noone on earth who could keep you tight. For every negative fact, a new outcome arose. For every difficulty ahead, the slayers were allready reborn. So I ask, what has happened to you. You had all the luck in the world, did it finaly hear your refusal, your ultimate word?