All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for their daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

And their tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying

Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you

'Cos I find it hard to… Continue

The angels do not fly over us .. If you look carefully you find them in every look that gives you a bum, a toothless smile and suffering from loneliness that reflects the eternal light of a heart .. You see in those eyes as big as marbles hungry children by war and black power fire that they look full of horror and sadness for what they have seen and continue to see .. An angel finds him in the eyes of dogs and cats and pets left to fend for themselves after that one that you trust them thrown… Continue