Hell's Dream

The angels turn to stone, shattered silently as they groan, morbid feelings from uo above, a silent tear from a peaceful dove. Waves cascade across the shore, where wanted angels want for more, and tears of innocence reign on down, immortal souls don't make a sound. Envious eyes they look upon, as they try to sing a joyous song, of love and doubt and fear and pain, but in the end they find no gain. The devils seek to know their place, to turn you thus from their own grace, what lies within your heart and soul, but innocence is your only goal. And Shepard's seek to gather their flock, ruled by the hand and by the rock, intrinsic are the win-sick dreams, and love is lost where all but seems. To find a way into your heart, where hope is lost but near depart, what's truly in your heart and soul, in your life your only goal. Now sleeply tight what you may dream, life is not but all you seem. Except what all you live and tell, maybe in heaven or maybe in hell. Written my me and my Dad! Rest in peace Daddy, i love you 'bucket loads'!!