Passing Shadows, Falling Angels
sore spots tended to by none,
little demons all up in the way,
falling from the heaven,
tiny hope, she'll stay
she knows shadows
like the back of her hand
shadows pass and angels fall
somehow they understand
the friendship if nothing more
always there to borrow
strength and parachutes
so the passing stops before tomorrow
and the falling can be slowed to
figure a way to fix the wings
when flight can be proclaimed again
we fight the fights among other things.
Complex is the angel
who falls from the skies
and passing of the shadows
ne'er believing that she cries
fit to be beside one another
brought together mid the rain
Angel, should you ever hit the ground
I'll pass over to ease your pain.