Angel Ballad
Inspired by a dream. Not a true story.
Looking outside, the angels come,
rising out of the fire.
I wonder where they’re from,
as they rise higher and higher.
Restless street, quiet night,
everyone in town looks out.
The neighborhood watches the sight,
people are confused, no doubt.
Why would they be here,
following us on our ride?
I try to stifle my fear,
but it’s too much to hide.
The angels, they look back,
giving us a tearful nod.
Then there’s a loud crack,
and they return to God.
(2013)
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