Angels of the nighttime
Sing to demons in the day
Trading wings for pitchforks
On a hill where worlds fall
Show me the ones
Who sing to secrets in the silence
Waiting for the victory
Of a voice that never calls
Right now a world is waiting
Laughing quietly in vain
In kingdoms where a jester can’t be found
Looking for the ones
Who find the tracks of all our tears
Resting in a needle on the ground
Angels of the daytime
Dance with demons of the night
Juggling sin with grace
Upon a rock where freedom dies
Show me the truth
For those who cannot see tomorrow
Spinning in a circle
With the souls who sing to lies
Right now the sky is crashing
Tempting promises to break
While sailing straight into a fading dream
Asking for beggars
Who bow to gold and silver
Barely holding on to what is seen
Angels of the morning
Wave to demons of the dusk
Asking for a finish
Near a road where life begins
Show me the strength
That lingers in the weakness
Longing for forgiveness
As the words fade to an end









Powerfully penned, Brandon. Another excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Total lyric vibes. Maybe something in the flavor of Dylan or perhaps Young. Either way amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Dylan and Young. I am beyond humbled by those comparisons. Thanks Damian!