Be An Angel

R.Reynolds, ASCAP@2014


Diesel fumes

Curtains of dust

Dirty and broke.

Cars and trucks

And a mystery bus

Tinted black windows.

I flag a ride

I reluctantly get inside

The fear of not knowing

Where this car’s been

Or what this guy did

Just to get me where I’m going.


Lately, I been getting that feeling

Ain’t got no place to run anymore

Cities I leave seem to threaten me

People rotten to the core

And the bars where I hide

All that ugliness inside

The fix is temporary

I lift my glass

Snortin’ powder off her ass

Pretty sick and really scary.



Said a silent prayer

For myself last night

I was up so high

Didn’t know how far I fell

I wear a Christian cross

But it don’t make any sense  

How can I be an angel

When I’m living in a hell?



All the love I’ve gathered

Slipped thru my fingers

Like rain in my hands.

Time after time

I see my enemies laughing

Pretending to be my friends.

I’ve sat sinners at my table

I’ve met my guardian angel

But he wouldn’t tell me what to do.

And do I love?

Hell, I don’t know

But I know that I’m supposed to. 



I won’t lie

I don’t understand God

But I do know the devil

Everybody’s got their vice

And I sure got mine

Oh the darkness that I dwell in.

Doubts in my belief

Have punctured holes in me

I’m operating on a tank of fear.

I say hell is empty

And I say it because

All the demons are living right here.