My Angel! Clipped wings, I know.nWanders in darkness, on grimy ground.nIn a forest, unclean, unsound.nEverything, everything's gone wild.nMake land for the cows to graze,nleaflets scatter around to advertise.nSelloutnnA swamp, in it hands streched outnto catch a passing dime.nDonations to the rich,nwidened opavements for the poor,nsomewhere else to lie.nBut my friend the carriage doornstands slightly ajar,nand I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,nbut we've gotta reach!nnA place where the feast never ends,nwhen the music celebrates.nIn a time when darkness belongsnto night's skies andnnothing else.nnTomorrow my spirit's seen,nfears today my mind,nsoul aches to deep,nalways craves my body to reachnnA place where the feast never endsna moment when the music celebratesnand a time where darkness belongs to night's skies andnnothing else!