Angel Don'T You Cry

Angels Don't You Cry Watching through a circle in the eye below the storm winds are passing funnels as the bees begin to swarm the nature of the beast will unleash it's fist of pain down into the trenches in the deadly driving rain the fork of whipping lighting whistles with it's thunder roar as darkness hailing hammers to come crashing through the door families run for shelter as fatal fury takes a bite another day in paradise to barely last the night the gusts are like a siren screaming through the dungeon black and every foothold soldier is a house about to crack water rising rages through each flooded winding street to slither like a serpent snake that's just about to eat danger comes and goes in from the shadows of the heart as light pours through in punches finding holes into the dark the remnants and the wreckage left to stew as morning breaks the ocean now subsided with of everything it takes a world a different picture in each visionary eye as the silence and the stillness whispers angels don't you cry we walk a broken mile and for every touch of land we pray that god have mercy and we build our lives again. Martin Gedge (c)