little girl gets angry hits a boy at school sent home by the principle 'cos she broke the rules this was most unfortunate with liquor on his breath her father pulled his belt out and beat her half to death
none of us have halos none of us have wings none of us are "there" yet as the choir sings our minds are set on stupid we think of earthly things no, none of us have halos none of us have wings
Johnny, feeling hurt inside, takes his tournequet pours his lady snow out to fix himself a hit he didn't know how strong it was that it could do him harm he dies in a public bathroom with a needle in his arm
dad has had a kind of lapse he had an affair mom just up and left him divorced him then and there now his little girl has bruises 'cos of liquor in his head due to a wife who left him his son, Johnny, is dead
have you graduated? with a high degree in personal perfection? if not, then let it be I don't claim to be flying as my transgression clings 'cos none of have halos
none of us have wings
SøułSurvivør (C) 9/12/2017
As some may know I'm in a bit of a tussle. I don't hold my detractor ill-will. I'd just like to make the obvious statement.
I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I was wrong in some respects, too.
I apologize for not reading much. I'm actually studying some scripture, so I'm limited as to what I read.