I sing with angels


I sing with the angels and dance with the devil.
As I play on both sides of the black rivers flowing,
I hear the questions daily, may I? Dare I?
As freedom allows the nightingales to roam, adventure is not tied down to the backyard.
With unconditional love and the caring of a unit, outside the dirty window are the same sins those breath careless whispers.
The wings of the serpent bird and the doves mix into a managed tale of love and deceit.
Separate closets to hide from the staring eyes of judges and contradictory glares.
For the dance is simple within the song, the voices stay beautiful and distant. The steps of this waltz get closer to the heart. Spinning this web of true armour to protect what is mine from what I propose to not give up.