fallen angels....
I think of Therese a wonderful young woman who was blossoming and shining and she is going her way with the dignity of a fallen angel.
angels don't know how to cry.
and she knows the bitter sweet taste of salty water
and she knows that bitter sweet taste of shattered dreams
and she knows the bitter sweet taste of hope when it gets attacked by nasty reality
and she knows the bitter sweet taste of thin red blood
and she knows herself now a little bit more
and she moves on. never abandoning her wings but using her feet
and she moves on planting new seeds of love
and she moves on with tears in the corner of her mouth
and she moves on with a song in her heart
a song for the fallen angels
a song for the fairytales
a song for the lost hopes that swirl around in the atmosphere
a song for those who don't know what tears taste like
a song for those who don't know what a lie tastes like
a song for those who don't believe the convictions and the courage of the past
a song for those who fall for tomorrow
a song for those who are not in peace
hale to you Therese
hale to you lady in red
hale to you lady who lost her innocence and maintained it in her heart
hale to you lady who bares the dignity of a mater dola rosa without losing the affection for the now
hale to you my friend.
No comments:
Post a Comment