They mostly
Hate him
And they rumor and lie
And the rain
Goes
Pitter patter
But it doesnt matter
For in thy night
All alone
And forever
He just dreams
Of Angeleah...
And God condemns ...
And sins abound
And cannot amend
Little joy
It sends
And no leader
Is celebrated
And few care
Or not enough..
And prayers
Are said
And still heroes
Are dead
And...
But there are no real friends
And in the end
He sits alone
And everything else
And worries
Or not
Seems everyone forgot
And all he does
Cousin
Is just say see ya ...
As he dreams
Of Angeleah....
And jets intercept
Wars detect
Planes fly high
The World
It slowly dies
And
People starve
And
Their watery eyes
And
Not enough care
And we just sit and stare
And some try to hide
Some try to have
Fun
And out
On the run
Son
And God still smiles
And judges ;
Nobody really
Budges ...
Some are suffocated
Near
Humiliated
Fear
Bruised
And few
Seem to care
And i dont dare
Do anything
Chance or not
Truth
Or dare
I stay inside
A shut in
Denied
And i wish i could
Be ya
But still
I mainly just shut the door
And whore
Myself
For me
A slave
A bitter prayer
Going nowhere
And merely dream
Of
a better time
And place
And a beautful face
And another embrace
And a sanctuary
Not scary
But free
No flee
Just beauty
And a vision
And a paid career and a home
A job
Or anything
A roof over my head ..
I'll take ...
No sleep
Under a bridge
Or ridge...
And i wish
Oh how.... I could free ya....
Just so long as i can dream
Of
Angeleah...
And has anybody here
Seen my ol' friend Charlie ...?
For
I just looked around...
And he was gone...
And my mother too
And my families
Make three
But with me..
Things happen in twos
None of you Love
Me
Enough...
Dont wonder
Who i am
Machine
Or mannequin
I might as well
Be you
Or no
It doesnt show
And just
Like the rest
We cry
And scheme
And can
Only dream...
Of
That better world
Where I can come and See ya...
And.... maybe ...
Angeleah...
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