Falling Angels
There's a time for grown up boys
to make a mess of pretty things
to lose yourself and find
a peace in your good-bye.
I lost my faith in you
to distant dreams of true.
Nothing here retains me,
no angels to release me.
The shadows burry me,
in nasty memories
hopes for inside,
my angels call good-bye.
He lost that photo-album smile
to memories faded, faded, fading
-shall we fade, child?
Unchain my falling angels
to unchain me...
