Angels
Angels, where are the angels? they say,
What is the world coming to ,they say,
Everyone is searching for some miracle.
Miracles…oh! You pathetic man,
Why waste your time in searching
For miracles and angels.
Just look within you
There he lives the angel of your soul.
He is true and pure,
And so helpless.
His space is shared with the Devil.
The devil who is more powerful,
It is he who is with you
On your path of life.
You fight and you tease
You kill and you cheat
Each time along with him
But there are moments
Moments when you are alone
In the dark of the night
When the angels knock at your door
And it is in your heart that you find
The angel with purity and truth
Waiting, waiting for you to help him out
You’re ashamed and you’re sad
And you pledge to let him out in the morning
But when it is dawn
The first thing you do
Is lie to yourself in front of the mirror
Then you lie to your wife
And then to your boss
And then it goes on…
By and by you choke the angels
To death within yourself
And then spend the rest of your life
Looking for the angel
Searching for the miracle
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