Misplaced (A Candid Letter To A Friend)
Angel; Apparently, your gift has been misplaced
Your clutch 'round its' dog-tags are its' only trace
So send out your search teams
There's no time to waste
Angel; Apparently, your gift has been misplaced
Angel; Apparently, your gift has gone unused
Its' sole contribution as my baffling muse
So wave not your wings now
If there's nothing they'll do
Angel; Apparently, your gift you've abused
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
If a song has no music, how can it be?
Has the grace of your heroes deceived you?
Has it masked all of the hard work they've had to do?
Angel; Apparently, your gift knows no time
Rushed prematurely to the end of its' line
So I've carved out this headstone;
At least we'll know where it lies
'Cause Angel; Apparently, your gift...
your gift...
your gift...
You'd let
Die.