what fallen angels know

whiskey, beer and cigarettes

fallen angels lost the bet

from heaven cast they join with fools

alighting on a hard bar stool

that’s next to me with eyes of green

with thoughts that make the night serene

i look at her fallen yet pure

am i the illness or the cure?

 

i offer her her favorite drink

and see a smile which makes me think

that in the cost of what we’ve lost

the warmth of hope amid the frost

may find the spring and let us cling

to more then what the flesh can bring

which is a kiss without a sigh

for angels know that love can die

 

for in the grace offered to man

fallen angels know better then

an everlasting love that’s true

and all my words as if on cue

will not convince or make much sense

when there’s no faith in recompense

a lesson learned, a fire burns

a wisdom gained, advances spurned

 

and yet she smiles with the drink

and i am tempted not to think

that love was left at heaven’s door

no ears to hear when we implore

but may be found upon this ground

where angels weep without a sound

a tender touch may not be much

but faith and works are made of such

 

oh fallen angel laced with charms

i want to be more than the arms

that in a god forsaken night

are left empty at dawn’s first light

for beer and hope is how i cope

but fallen angels have no rope

to which to cling, from which to sing

and make a plea unto love’s king

 

i know i’m not the source of love

but like you i am dreaming of

a paradise that once was lost

but does this yearning make me faust?

forsaken in this devil’s pact

where every smile makes me react

with hope redemption drawth nigh

and with our kiss we both will sigh

 

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