Morality For The Lost
A demon danced in dead man’s shoes,
His face turned to the rain.
An angel raged on through the night,
Adrift on seas of pain.
A babe new born an orphan lost,
Alone and powerless.
A demon too far gone to curse,
The angel cannot bless.
The babe, a child, grows up alone,
Ward of a careless state.
And still the demon dances on,
The angel curses fate.
The child becomes a young man now,
Most think he has no chance.
He’s seen the angel, knows his rage,
Has learned the demon’s dance.
He’s done some bad, he’s done some good,
He’s learned what’s right and wrong.
It isn’t what you do but why,
That drags your soul along.
A demon dances in the rain,
He wears a young mans face.
And those who see him watch in awe,
Angelic rage and grace.
He sees no absolutes in life,
In terms of wrong or right.
To him there’s only shades of grey,
Invisible at night.
Cheers, winston
Brain Bits To Go 