THE ANGEL

Out of a crumbling church I brought

in a box with some soap in

an angel which must have been caught

because his wings were broken

He looked upon me doting, calm,

I felt inconsequential

so I pressed something in his palm

a perfume flask, essential

[Refrain:]

Trust me, I had gone far

to ask him the question

there with the door ajar

to seek direction

what fate I have to face,

what fate I have to face

We watched the sky and it was odd

to see the birds all flying

we got debating about God

and playing soldiers, dying.

He hid his face away from me

I could not see his features

maybe he envied, quietly

seeing those flying creatures.

[R:]

While he was telling me new things

a bedroom window mission

I hammered him a pair of wings

out of brass ammunition

And so my angel I did lose

he flew away forever

my friend will make me one I chose

out of my helmet, severed.

[R:]