Like an angel flying over your house
Like an angel passes out wishes
like an angel i would move the arrow
Im not livin what was promised
im close but cant enjoy
Oh im not dying
But im tourtured cause ive seen all
tourtured and all i should do
Tourtured while i played the fool
Im not living what was promised
im far from glorifie
My mind is not a celestial state of idle
hymns and praise my time is short so my end is well
and i have an appointment at noon
at noon in hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is sad to hear, although I can relate to it a lot of the time too.. 'Im not livin what was promised' I love that line :) -Amelie