Sleeping Angels

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I miss the sound,

the beautiful sound,

I miss the face,

the beautiful face,

how compromised this world has become,

no longer are the people one.  

 

there was a time,

a beautiful time, 

there was a movement,

a beautiful movement, 

it changed the world and gave it color,

it had a wild sound,

the sound of no other,

but it's gone.  

 

it's been petrified and putrified,

everyone has taken advantage,

now the angels hide and the demon's inside,

there's no hope. 

 

but if you try,

let me in,

I can open your heart,

let me in, 

I'll show you the start,

let me in,

of a new age to replace the bad, 

and the angels will be awake again.  

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