Angel

Angel

She can see her house from here. So far off, it seems to hardly exist, Much like how she feels about home Though the two have never coincided

She feels the rough concrete where she sits It's broken in places and dirty; Nobody's allowed up here anyway, They might hurt themselves or something

Nobody looks up at her dangling feet She doesn't blame them, of course She can hardly see them at all And she's always seen so clearly

She stands up and looks around At the highest point that she can see, She feels just like an angel, Her dress flaps in the wind

When she wakes, she will have wings Wings that would have saved her, Were they hers in this life Imagining their soft feathers in her hands,

She falls.

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9 years ago

nobody knows (original song) - Shelby Jean

nobody knows what will happen to me/we asked for a storm and we swallowed a sea/father will wonder and mother will weep/and nobody knows what has happened

~here’s a recording of my final project for my seminar on WWI

~played on my mya-moe baritone ukulele


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11 years ago

Old song, but it's snowing out, so it kind of fits!

Snow is falling at your feet You think to yourself, man, isn’t that neat Every year it comes and goes Quite a lot like wind that blows

The world keeps spinning round and round Everything keeps making sound The rain will pour down on your parade People will continue their masquerade

Is it really worth the pain? All the aching, all the strain One would really move to think That we will soon run out of ink

Doesn’t matter what you say Doesn’t matter what you do This world won’t ever stop for you Scream as loud as you can You’re still just a man

They may say you’re not enough Or maybe it’s the voices upstairs, they’re rough Hiding yourself away Won’t ever make it really go away

Maybe you are different Maybe you’re not on the hunt For something of a way out Maybe you’re just trying To figure out

How to keep calm Carry on Just because everything’s going to change Doesn’t mean nothing will ever be the same The night was long But here comes the dawn Say a prayer, build a bridge Hope is coming o’er the ridge Just keep calm And carry on.


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