I said
You’r not an angel, you don’t even have white wings
You don’t fly high, you have your own mood swings
You are vulnerably, fallible, hell! You chase flings
Now how can an angel make mistakes?
You said
Who said that’s an angel, how do you know?
Can you prove to me that angels fly and glow?
Why wings? They ought to flash to where they wanna go
Can you prove it, do you have what takes?
May be angels wear stripes of blue, and grow
In feisty kids who stride naked through the snow
They might have foes, and go for trips to Mexico
It’s all baffling and long-drawn-out
Too may question, narrow-mindedness that holds no grounds
Perhaps faith in is the heart but knows no images and sounds
We’d better learn were we stand, and know our bounds
Some questions only foster doubt
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