I walked out into the sunset and saw wings,
Never told anybody; they wouldn't believe,
How do you go to  church? Even the holy deceive
And deem a boy insane because of angels he's seen?
Because of miracles that hes brought, the way he changes things,
the way he's always right, its just the way it seems,
Society hates being wrong, so to fears they cling,
And bring pain to the different, I'm seeing at nineteen,
Surrounded by brimstone, but I'm still on green,
Not even asleep yet and I'm having dreams,
Beautiful Nightmares as i put on nightwear,
Anticipate another loving day, and i smite fear,
Closing my eyes as i see angels in the nights sphere,
Pray in my head that my future far from cloudy, and its bright clear.....