It’s Time

It’s Time

I’ve seen life through angel’s eyes

I was spoon fed on religion

And I’ve been down where demons hide

But I’ve got my own opinions

Word’s are often lost

When you don’t know what to say

And people tend to listen

When you turn to walk away

I’ve got a million faces

That turn sunshine into rain

And all the things that wash away

Can’t wash away the pain

So I wake up late at night

When I only want to dream

And all the nightmares left inside

Are still left inside of me

And so I dream when I can dream

And hide from all the rest

But life goes by and its time to fly

When you’re pushed out of the nest

© 9/11/1997, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry