Why oh why am I winding and tumbling in the angry tides, battered ties, lonely but angry sad green eyes, villain am I not, I’m a saint who does living danger, serious vanity in well-seamed
forms, may have good touch, but those angry waters rip me out inside carrying that lonely lie, each tear I cry, brings the anger, my heart and soul feels dead, banging my head, unforgotten dread, trying to thread what good is left within.
Forever with those deep blue tides, my green eyes lie in the strong tides, loneliness resides, I’m hoping to silence the demon within and awaken the angel I think is somewhere within.
Leaving the battered angry past behind, with hopes and dreams of tomorrow. I hope my soul will last forever and make peace silencing the monster that still resides within. In the cityof angels is where I’ll reside, floating around in happier tides.
