Simple Men, Fallen Angels

Fire bleeds out manifesting itself inside such simple men

but there is nothing simple about a damaged broken soul

trying to find the picture frames void of any glass

that now lay scattered and shattered around memories

that were once the sweetest nectar, but have become ash

Tears pour from the faces of blind children left behind

in the burnt forests of their simple mountain home

while a dark dragon breaches the sky lighting

love and redemption with the fury of a thousand suns

reducing the beating heart to a stone that cannot be carved

Lightening flashes across the sky as a storm brews

churning the ocean into a vicious pattern of mighty waves

that try to reach the moon and hold her in their embrace

whispering fables and fantasies that we use to believe

as children hiding under the covers afraid of monsters

Sadness grows in a garden that was once abundantly green

with songs of emotions so true to their deeply buried roots

that entire orchestras could play them forever and never hear

a single sound that emitted from the hands of perfection

that could only be compared to one of God's fallen angels