I want to know if angels cry When they see what we're doing Down here from the sky I wonder if they watch us As we wreck this world Wreck all these places and people Spinning little hurricanes All caught up in our own eyes Centred around what we can see There's little room for any others
Or their own catastrophes We live and work around ourselves Self-preservation is what we Never seemed to manage to lose We always needed it, didn't we Because of the dark alleys and back roads The grimier corners that made us look twice Over our shoulders and tighten our hands Around the weight of the world on our shoulders Because we didn't trust anybody else to hold it up
I used to think it was awful to be Someone who spun around themselves But I think I'm starting to find That maybe, it's better to bind Yourself to yourself, and keep arms wrapped around Push up away from the hardened ground I wonder if the angels see Every tiny smile shared between the few Who stopped to try and enjoy the view Of a broken world full of people who want to fix it.
hi, sorry for the sudden rush of poems, but my account just started working again and i wanted to post this before i inevitably lose all confidence in it. thank you <3