Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian

Exist

As rain falls and drops, on my head,

I am reminded, of my bed,

the sound of dreams one, could, say,

a small seed of peace, in, the, day.

A small seed of peace in the day.

I know for sure, when I depart,

there will be days, I will not start,

but the world will go on, anyway.

It's not a fact, that I lament,

but my mortal mind, seems hell bent,

to make sure, my existence is justified,

I'm not and angel, or a saint,

I accept I could do, with more restraint,

the surrounding crowd, share, that, pain,

we are all under, the, same, rain.

           

We are all under the same rain.

I know for sure, when I depart,

there will be days, I will not start,

but the world will go on, anyway.

It's not a fact, that I lament,

but my mortal mind, seems hell bent,

to make sure, my existence is justified.

I've cheated, lied, and even stole,

my heart has been labelled, black as coal,

I cannot change what, I, have, done,

but tomorrow there, could, be, sun.

Tomorrow there could be sun.

I know for sure, when I depart,

there will be days, I will not start,

but the world will go on, anyway.

It's not a fact, that I lament,

but my mortal mind, seems hell bent,

to make sure, my existence is justified.

From a bishop's, reaching crook,

I turned my back, on its hook,

now have I really, lost, my, way,

I keep going, come, what, may.

I keep going come what may.

I know for sure, when I depart,

there will be days, I will not start,

but the world will go on, anyway.

It's not a fact, that I lament,

but my mortal mind, seems hell bent,

to make sure, my existence is justified.