Darkness At Noon

All alone in my room drapes back shrouded in black pondering doom at noon what would the angels do if they knew can they read my thoughts if so maybe I should not have thought I know that he can read my thoughts and even prevent my plight to take flight tonight he will grant all the right to come if they just believe all the faith it takes is the size of a mustard seed I know that sience "says" that if you can't see it then you don't beleive in it to my fellow man I say try to turn your back on him after you have believed then you will feel his wrath with litter scattered on you path he can be cruel and he can be kind the choice is yours to make what ever you choice just remember that you had a voice