Saturday, January 26, 2008


Here is some fresh inspiration that I got while writing a paper about homelessness yesterday. I've been in a song writer's rut of sorts lately. This sing is everything but complete, but here's what I've managed to pen so far:

like a child separated from the one thing she knows
in a shopping mall of strangers and discount price clothes
i am crying and going from mother to mother
in search of the one that first gave me my life

and maybe that angel is blocking my view
my front door to home again obscured by an angel
in white and gold and flying and singing to you
but if i touch that robe again i know that i'm gonna be ok

but what do i have on an angel that's singing anyway?

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