THE FATE OF THE ANGELS

THE FATE OF THE ANGELS

Fallen angels litter the horizon for miles,

Is it because of my heart, which no longer smiles?

Or is it from your words of deceit?

That God’s cherubs lay hopelessly at my feet.

In this, the darkest of hours,

I seek guidance from that of a higher power,

So that these heavenly beings may fly again,

For this is no place for them to remain.

Overlook it all in your search for vanity,

For there’s a fine line between love and insanity,

Maybe I too have come to the brink,

Of discerning a distinction of the two, I’m beginning to think.

Their mouths are parched and their wings heavily weighed,

All because love today has become tragically frayed,

Carelessly it rolls off our shameless tongues,

Yet it is God’s messengers who are the suffering ones.

The fate of the angels is in our hands,

Against selfishness, hurtful words and war we must take a stand,

Give them a reason to sing again and fly about,

For these guardians of love we cannot live without.

Recognize the power of love has become diluted,

And that our hearts have become selfishly polluted,

Once we do, the last of the fallen again will fly,

To their place in the heavens overlooking us from the sky.

-brad