-Angel's Myth-
Angel's Myth,
Cyclone's high,
that is all I know.
Child of God
speaks so soft
Why do you hurt me so?
Devil's smile
confused me so
in such an insuffrable sea.
Hope so thin
that my last cry
was my final plea.
A wanted sign
my private eye
not picking up the phone.
Memories stir
as well as harken
and holler through my bone.
Sunlight's brazen.
Dreams emblazoned,
I'm still my wayward way.
Michael, catch me.
Babies weeping.
Praying you hear me pray.
