Fallen Angels


Fallen angels safe haven
Where prayer solves nothing
And God's nowhere near to provide
A shoulder to cry on
To fix a halo
Adjust the angelic glow
Light the path of righteousness
So I let his synthetic tears fall on me
Because this angel business takes all my energy
Drains me
Can't lead others to the gates
Because when I walk, my legs shake
My white sandals collect dust
My pure white robe turns cream
And the choir of angels no longer sings
So I fall
Long and hard and often
Dusty from the trip

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