I was falling

And falling

Four a.m.

On a bright day

An angel hits the ground

I don't hear the sound

You're walking on the sand

I'm a piece of glass biting your right hand

Tell me what I'm supposed to do

Tell me what I asked you to

Tell me what I'm supposed to say

You don't have to leave that way

And I killed it cos I needed revenge

I thought you've understood the message

Why do the doors you open

I just can't close

I'm screaming against a wall

That won't break up or fall

You don't know how to say

I don't know how to stay

We don't have to fight against time

And I don't need to turn the tide

Is there a time for turning tables

Is there a time for you to tell

Look at this now

An angel hits the ground

© Miss Zarashake

July 14th, 1999