Her halo is brightest in the dark
Something about the way the gold
Just reflects the lingering rays
Of a turned off light bulb
She can see into your soul
And know if your worth saving
Before you see it in yourself
To find a better way
She doesn't help people who already have help
She doesn't contribute to lost causes
She goes where the support groups wont
Finds the people who don't know they need help
In a room full of bullet holes
This angel keeps out the rain
In an arm full of track marks
This saint lets out the pain
She doesn't ask for permission
Doesn't look for those looking for help
Says if they're looking
They'll find it within themselves
Somewhere deep inside of her
God saw fit to come back to Earth
Shes a messiah without a gospel
A prophet without an agenda
She's not running for office
She's running from cops
She's not asking for donations
She's begging for change
This angel of mercy
Only survives because of it
This harbinger of love
Lives without it
The invisible hand slapped her in the face
And she kissed the blisters it gave him
God asked her to build an ark
She said, “No, I can't afford it, but I'll fill it if it's there”
Under the star light her halo glows bright under the Burnside bridge
Her voice is the silence between discharging of shells
Her lullaby's to the villagers sounds like opening empty wallets
Her tears fall like shooting stars letting you make a wish every time she feels your pain
Dec 17, 2009
Dec 17, 2009 at 10:08 AM UTC
Her halo is brightest in the dark
Something about the way the gold
Just reflects the lingering rays
Of a turned off light bulb
She can see into your soul
And know if your worth saving
Before you see it in yourself
To find a better way
She doesn't help people who already have help
She doesn't contribute to lost causes
She goes where the support groups wont
Finds the people who don't know they need help
In a room full of bullet holes
This angel keeps out the rain
In an arm full of track marks
This saint lets out the pain
She doesn't ask for permission
Doesn't look for those looking for help
Says if they're looking
They'll find it within themselves
Somewhere deep inside of her
God saw fit to come back to Earth
Shes a messiah without a gospel
A prophet without an agenda
She's not running for office
She's running from cops
She's not asking for donations
She's begging for change
This angel of mercy
Only survives because of it
This harbinger of love
Lives without it
The invisible hand slapped her in the face
And she kissed the blisters it gave him
God asked her to build an ark
She said, “No, I can't afford it, but I'll fill it if it's there”
Under the star light her halo glows bright under the Burnside bridge
Her voice is the silence between discharging of shells
Her lullaby's to the villagers sounds like opening empty wallets
Her tears fall like shooting stars letting you make a wish every time she feels your pain
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