casey-s-b

Why Must the angels faces shine So bright? Only to fall and dim in our Sight Never More to glorify The feather wings Held aloft To save our grace just as We sing And wish that they would save Us from our pain. I see People living in our Guttered ways Up high are sinners Down below there lay A saint Bundled up in rags and living In a box So small Her innocence remembered by a Forgotten few Long since gone, replaced by Someone new... This is The world in which we live From San Diego right on to Maine Moscow, London, Brisbane, A world once beautiful gone insane The lonely masses Who die alone The special few Who