yesterday i was wandering downtown
wasting away in a small ghost town
i saw across the street a light in a white gown
so i went up to her and said, "why the frown?"
and she said,
"i am an angel
but i have broken wings
maybe i can't fly
but i sure as hell can sing"
so i wept for her and took her to my home
i wrote a short but nicely worded poem
she turned away and went to be alone
i felt a sadness then that i had not known
and i said,
"you are an angel
but you have broken wings
and though your heart weeps silently
i love to hear you sing"
MCEJ- "you know i'm in love with you."
ANGEL-"i must be going home, i'm late enough as it is"
MCEJ-"if you cannot fly, how can you go"
the silence grew un
til we both smothered the purest love of a fairy-tale.
it was ours
it was ours
ours
i am an angel
but i have broken wings
and maybe i can't fly
but i sure as hell can sing.
