The Messenger Not the Message
by Rafael López Jr.
Angel, on the day you were born
You were resolute in your conviction
Of sharing your Love
Angel, with purity of heart
You came to them and they destroyed your wings
And made you cry, "Love!"
Angel, with power from on high
You can level whole cities in one day
But they broke your Love
Angel, you thrash about and mourn
They use you and mercilessly kill you
Your ghost returns Love
Swear that there's light at the end of the tunnel
You can't can you?
Last Updated: 4/12/12