my angel! clipped wings, i know.
wanders in darkness, on grimy ground.
in a forest, unclean, unsound.
everything, everything’s gone wild.
make land for the cows to graze,
leaflets scatter around to advertise.
a swamp, in it hands streched out
to catch a p-ssing dime.
donations to the rich,
widened opavements for the poor,
somewhere else to lie.
but my friend the carriage door
stands slightly ajar,
and i know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
but we’ve gotta reach!
a place where the feast never ends,
when the music celebrates.
in a time when darkness belongs
to night’s skies and
tomorrow my spirit’s seen,
fears today my mind,
soul aches to deep,
always craves my body to reach
a place where the feast never ends
a moment when the music celebrates
and a time where darkness belongs to night’s skies and