EVEN ANGELS WILL FALL
Sometimes you have to realize that even angels will fall;
If my life was a movie set, the director would be shouting “That’s a wrap”, as it time for my curtain call.
The words have been written, sealed for an eternity to read;
Ink has taken over my soul, which leaks out when I bleed.
My heart is beating slower, I once asked God to send me a sign;
These books were my message, as my pen starts to flat line.
Wishes can come true, if you sit on a river you will just float down stream;
But if you stand up and fight against the current, you can slowly wade your way forwards, to achieve your dream.
Tears flow through my pen turning into ink, writing on a blank page;
Some letters were inspired by happiness, and some letters were inspired by rage.
I never gave up on my dream, even though sometimes people said I was destined to fail;
Now those same people are hanging their heads, as my destiny did prevail.
People use to laugh at me, when they saw me sat there, eyes closed with a pen and a piece of paper;
I moved my life on, whilst they are still sat in the same place, all these years later.
But I have to stop writing now, as the ink is just running dry;
Sometimes you have to stop for a second, enjoy the moment, because even angels can fall from the sky.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011