what calls the angels?
do they even care?
or do they laugh?
at how small we feel.

the light always creeps in
to that darkness i try to conjure up
it's always so pretty in the dark
you never know whats there
it could be anything
it could be beautiful
but the light slices through
and shows
us how normal everything is
how like yesterday
and just as painful
damn that light

"i don't cry"
i try to imagine the night
fireworks and grass
laughter
all around
i wish i may i wish i might
have this wish i wish tonight
but who can really wish upon the stars?
mine never come true