Angels of the Universe....
 
Angels of the Universe
dead beneath our feet
Sad little breathing machines
sleeping w/ the ghosts
of forgotten lost
of fortune & fame
of weary bones & meat

The sad old man
that lives his life from the corner street
he admires our daily trials
from the mattress where he sleeps

We are forgotten lost
searching for fortune &
fame
& we're so blind
that we can't even see.

By Raindog

© 2005 Raindog (All rights reserved)

 

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