something about angels

Black clouds and risk of rain

I take a step towards a world

engulfed in pain

i see clouds waving their stand

we walk a piece we walk to stand

for moments bliss

we decide our future holds

throw away cards made of gold

made of metal

they say it isnt the same

but none who tests our mettle

floating away

winds breeze thunder's roaring

end my fight with day and morning

the last drop of blue

mixes with every piece of white

and crumbling paper

we cant divide