they walked this path before.
they were carrying heavy loads of burden,
they were looked down by these people
who were just passing through.
but they’re not really helping.
they tossed coins to the broken,
hoping that this will ease up their pain,
thinking that money will make them smile.
but they’re wrong, oh so wrong.
they wore masks just to smile,
although they’re walking nice and slow,
they’re still limping from the pains of their bodies.
they are now willing to give up everything,
if someone would just stop by and listen,
they’re singing their tunes,
the ballads of the fallen angles.
written: October 17, 2012 Gabs Narazo © 2012 [bLURrED publikation]