Madness

Sunday, June 17, 2007

The Angels don’t live here

Crying out in silence,

We crave for a glance,

For the world is in silence,

Forever on its stance.

The angels don’t live here…

They are dying on the pave,

No one to see their grave,

Screaming for a cloud,

It’s not heard though aloud.

The time has stood for eternity,

Close to serenity,

Pass or fade with the light,

There is still no one to flight.

The angels don’t live here…

No more life is left on hand,

And the crying is off the land,

There are many other lives,

Which have lost a lot in strife!

The angels don’t live here…

Sunday, June 17, 2007