Tiny Little Angels

in the City of Smell A

 

And though the sky does cry

The blackest of tears down onto this city

This powerfully diverse City of Angels

 

I ask of you, is it only a name

Or are there tiny little Angels out there

Protecting all of our mistakes

 

Tiny little Angels that make us take the correct way home

Because that other path

That other path leads down

All the way down

And we cannot go to hell

No, we live in the great City of Angels

 

But I ask you, do Angels ever die

 

Maybe they’re whispering to us

Every time we do something stupid

Telling us not to do it, to let better judgment prevail

 

Maybe their just taking the bullets for us

 

For in this city we see no stars

We look up into a thick mucky overcast

 

And for every fallen Angel theirs another extinguished star

 

So maybe, just maybe

We should listen for once

So our children might grow up

To see the last one die

Reviews

[Roland Smith]

whoa, defined to the T
intense, yet loose
I tip my hat to you