two angels on the stage
singing of forbidden love
constant craving lonely crying
their guitars strumming for their lives
pretty things fill their imaginations
they hope for a better world
changing it with their songs
like so many before them

I have a song
but I am not an angel
just a man in his corner
drinking his shake at the bar
not dreaming of butterflies anymore
my song comes in words
written with my hands
not strummed in the air
my pen is my guitar
my air is what I choose it to be

I too hope for a better world
and love a forbidden love
but my voice is not for the coffeehouses or the arenas
it's for the right side of the bed
the lonely corner bus stop
when you sit by the pool alone
when you explore the midnight streets alone and talk to the sky
that is my song for my people