I'm working on the music, but as little as I've done in the past - you know, the doubts concerning 'poetry or crap', etc.. are naggin' me..
Crouched alone by the dirty school
mind swirling a hurricane spool
inward stare through the eyes of a fool
Twinkle all but lost
A livin' has its cost
Still yearned to hear her name -
calls out loud his angel with no blame
A callused look and a sloppy air
repeats in those who hold no care
The ends are bitter. And all is fair
in battle, not in love
upon him like a dove
willing she'd turn home again
and gave just due to his angel with no blame
Forewarned years spinning life and sleep
to re-live one seconds tick so deep
so long-lost his faith will leap
a wish that came too late
remove the curse, fell fate
Wounds burn like a flame
Bed is made without his angel with no blame.
Crouched alone by the dirty school
mind swirling a hurricane spool
inward stare through the eyes of a fool
Twinkle all but lost
A livin' has its cost
Still yearned to hear her name -
calls out loud his angel with no blame
A callused look and a sloppy air
repeats in those who hold no care
The ends are bitter. And all is fair
in battle, not in love
upon him like a dove
willing she'd turn home again
and gave just due to his angel with no blame
Forewarned years spinning life and sleep
to re-live one seconds tick so deep
so long-lost his faith will leap
a wish that came too late
remove the curse, fell fate
Wounds burn like a flame
Bed is made without his angel with no blame.