01-04-2014, 11:00 AM
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Daytime city streets;
Angels hide in plain sight.
The sun shines,
springs back,
and smog roils overhead.
A long accepted reminder
of the world he used to love.
As this sepulchral remnant
of celestial beauty
sheds his wings
and walks among the wicked,
his thoughts are turned heavenward.
Heaven's host brought low
by complacency and greed.
The frantic search for freedom
has soaked their wings in ink.
Their world corroded beneath them
as droplets of ink dissolved the sky.
Their bodies broke and spirits died
and then the seraphim did cry.
Their time has gone,
they pace, forlorn,
and through city streets they walk.
One sad memory oozes;
forsaken to the next.
Bands of miscreants with shredded wings
take turns nodding,
take turns shaking.
Gabriel's sore throat will tell you,
Life was not always so hard for them .
Their days have grown long and cold,
Their feathers plucked and children told:
This world so strange
Inspires change
But our minds are old,
Our souls too cold for this place.
You, my son, my daughter...
Must face our fears and fly.
Let tears fall in the dust,
From a seraphim sky.
Original:
Daytime city streets;
Angels hide in plane sight.
The sun shines and
springs back from seraph wings.
Chins tucked into their coats as
they fight against a bitter wind.
Gales of change and fleeting times,
Their time has past.
They pace forlorn,
and through city streets they walk.
Too afraid to fly.
So afraid to die.
Gabriel's sore throat will tell you,
Life was not always so hard for them .
Their days have grown long and cold,
Their feathers plucked and children told:
This world so strange
Inspires change
But our minds are old,
Our souls too cold for this place.
You, my son, my daughter...
Must face our fears and fly.
Let tears fall in the dust,
From a seraphim sky.
Daytime city streets;
Angels hide in plain sight.
The sun shines,
springs back,
and smog roils overhead.
A long accepted reminder
of the world he used to love.
As this sepulchral remnant
of celestial beauty
sheds his wings
and walks among the wicked,
his thoughts are turned heavenward.
Heaven's host brought low
by complacency and greed.
The frantic search for freedom
has soaked their wings in ink.
Their world corroded beneath them
as droplets of ink dissolved the sky.
Their bodies broke and spirits died
and then the seraphim did cry.
Their time has gone,
they pace, forlorn,
and through city streets they walk.
One sad memory oozes;
forsaken to the next.
Bands of miscreants with shredded wings
take turns nodding,
take turns shaking.
Gabriel's sore throat will tell you,
Life was not always so hard for them .
Their days have grown long and cold,
Their feathers plucked and children told:
This world so strange
Inspires change
But our minds are old,
Our souls too cold for this place.
You, my son, my daughter...
Must face our fears and fly.
Let tears fall in the dust,
From a seraphim sky.
Original:
Daytime city streets;
Angels hide in plane sight.
The sun shines and
springs back from seraph wings.
Chins tucked into their coats as
they fight against a bitter wind.
Gales of change and fleeting times,
Their time has past.
They pace forlorn,
and through city streets they walk.
Too afraid to fly.
So afraid to die.
Gabriel's sore throat will tell you,
Life was not always so hard for them .
Their days have grown long and cold,
Their feathers plucked and children told:
This world so strange
Inspires change
But our minds are old,
Our souls too cold for this place.
You, my son, my daughter...
Must face our fears and fly.
Let tears fall in the dust,
From a seraphim sky.