♥ Where are my angels? Where's my golden one? Where's my hope now that my heroes have gone?

Answer 1

You're mothers' child
but night lays you down
hair aflame, wild look in your eye
Naked belly to the ground
A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins
Crawls up your arm
runs away with your mind
And burns dry thoughts like leaves
Amen
Eyes stare up
but some thing's in the way
In the Bible only angels have wings
And the rest must wait to be saved
A dry tongue
Screams at the sky
But the wind just breathes words in
As a strange bird tries to fly
Amen
Pieces of us die everyday
As though our flesh were hell
Such injustice, as children we are told
That from God we fell.
Where are my angels?
Where's my golden one?
Where's my hope
now that my heroes have gone?
Some are being beaten
Some are being born.
And some can't tell the difference anymore
Amen
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Answer 2

Heroes die. New generations come along with new heroes.

Angels change depending on the advancement of or the needs of the person.

Hope is never hard to find. Trust is a little harder.

Answer 3

maybe in Northern California. Your posting would be a great begining for a poem, a poem that might help you find who you seek.

Answer 4

I just went to the bathroom !! I'm back now so calm down !!!

Answer 5

Here I is....