under an angel's wing

i know the meaning of the look in their eyes
saying "pathetic and miserable loser won't try"
i see the exchange of knowing looks they think they hide
i can SEE their judgement...and they think they're wise

you can hear their laughter and giggling screams
as you watch them perform like they live "the dream"
their eyes tell you "your sadness we don't care to see
you better learn to be happy, because that pleases me"

we know the ones who ALMOST try to understand
cause they've fallen too, but found new reasons to stand
...but not like the woman who can't get off knees and hands
...and didn't feel the pain that crippled the soul of the man

were we truly born only for dying?
are these constant feelings, only pain lying?
for it seems once weak and weary of trying
we only know sighing, crying, demising

i think i hear a kindred speak
that you comprehend when i am weak
and offering of peaceful space to think
under the shelter of an angel's wing

you might hear a faint whisper in the night
someone acknowledges; freezing your heart is your right
see a safe house where rustling feathers shield you from sight
listening to and sharing with your heart encased in ice

if you watch my front, i'll watch your back
on guard for the thoughts that come to attack
of faltering steps, angels keep track
perhaps we live on for something simple as that