Windowpane of LIfe

Sliding down a cliff of glass,

Seems to be full of grace.

But when the reflection catches my glimpse,

All I see is a haunted face.

Outside I can hear the pounding of drums,

With flashing lights so bright.

A band of no name,

Came out to claim fame tonight.

The music sounds so sweet,

To those with angelic ears,

But to those who are new to this,

It fills their mind with fear.

Someone has angered,

Those who live above.

But with each flashing light,

You can feel the comfort of their love.

The angels are quiet on this night,

They only water us with their tears.

They must be crying,

For those who live in fear.