Chose your side

I was having writers block when I talked to a stranger. This is what he inspired me to write

Can you hear the angels playing their harps so innocent and sweet

Can you hear the demons blairing their trumpets of hate and war

Pushing and pulling you while your head is torn and your heart is sore

Which side will the battle of life which side will win both the day and the night

With the angels I feel that I am finally home

With the demons my worries grow could

The angels took my in and shielded me from the cold

The demons took my anger and let it grow into a new person detached from me

Through all the feathers and ash who I am cannot be seen

I wipe my eyes to clean the windows of my soul and march on so my story may be told

May the truth one day be discovered that your brain can think and your heart may feel

But the soul is what you must follow