I don't remember when I wrote this, or if there was any reason I wrote it other than the fact I was in the shower and thus, automatically, my brain was working for some reason. In fact, almost everything I've written in the shower is a song...the reason for that probably is because I have to remember what it is after I get out, so giving it a beat makes it easier to remember. Anyhow, here is the stupid repetative annoying poem. stressed
Simple Gift
I give up my clarity and my fame
I give up my God forsaken name
My shield and my sword and the fire ignite
That leaves me lying breathless on the floor
You can have it all 'cause I don't want it anymore
God knows I don't want to be an angel
Lord knows I wasn't meant to be an angel
Still I have these wings
Still I have these thoughts
Still I fall to my knees and I seek holy spots
And I
Can't live this life anymore
I'll make a mistake and start another
Holy war
Inside myself again
I'm beside myself again
Oh, and I don't want to be an angel
It's far too hard to be an angel
To stand here and watch you die
It's hard to be an angel
And stand here and watch you sin
Again and again and again
I'm a simple gift
From up above
One wing dipped in your sinful blood
God knows I don't want to be an angel
Lord knows I wasn't meant to be an angel
Still I have these dreams
Still I stayed and fought
Still I fall to my knees as I watch you rot
And I don't want to be an angel
Why do I have to be an angel?
Clip my wings
Set me free
'Cause I don't want to be
Your angel
I give up my God forsaken name
My shield and my sword and the fire ignite
That leaves me lying breathless on the floor
You can have it all 'cause I don't want it anymore
God knows I don't want to be an angel
Lord knows I wasn't meant to be an angel
Still I have these wings
Still I have these thoughts
Still I fall to my knees and I seek holy spots
And I
Can't live this life anymore
I'll make a mistake and start another
Holy war
Inside myself again
I'm beside myself again
Oh, and I don't want to be an angel
It's far too hard to be an angel
To stand here and watch you die
It's hard to be an angel
And stand here and watch you sin
Again and again and again
I'm a simple gift
From up above
One wing dipped in your sinful blood
God knows I don't want to be an angel
Lord knows I wasn't meant to be an angel
Still I have these dreams
Still I stayed and fought
Still I fall to my knees as I watch you rot
And I don't want to be an angel
Why do I have to be an angel?
Clip my wings
Set me free
'Cause I don't want to be
Your angel
Last Note: Eh, just thought that you might not understand all the little phrases and meanings in it...but that's okay...if you simply must know about something that you didn't understand PM Gramma Rassie and she'll tell you. [but homigawsh Gramma Rassie is me. ninja ]
PS: Sorry if this is random and unintelligible, I'm sleep deprived times pi.
PSS: Remember everyone, there's other poems besides this one, go ahead and read those and leave comments too...I like them more.... sweatdrop
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