S.M.O.K.I.N.G

I saw an angel today.

She wore a white dress;

My life a mess.

She smiled and walked over,

Asked if I believed in her.

I didn't know what to say,

There could be no way.

But then we weren't where we were before,

Transported to a beach with no shore.

I watched her fall from grace,

At such a fast pace.

A seven leaf clover.

Just let it all blow over.

Over. Over. Over.

sat on the cloud,

Our backs were bowed.

And maybe it was all a dream,

Still one meant to be seen.

Her name was never important,

Just that the two of us were so discordant.

I watched her fall from grace,

At such a fast pace.

A seven leaf clover.

Just let it all blow over.

Way over.

The frailty of my mind,

Threw me into an inconceivable bind.

This angel who chose me.

One I was never meant to see.

I watched her fall from grace,

At such a fast pace.

A seven Leaf clover,

Just let it all blow over.

Way over.

I was suspended in air.

I smoked with an angel.

Something most would not dare.

But she passed me the clover,

And the tide rolled over.

I saw an angel today.

She wore a white dress.

my life a mess.

she smiled and walked over;

Asked if I believed in her.

I didn't know what to say,

there could be no way.

but then we weren't where we were before.

transported to a beach with no shore.

So I watched her fall from grace

at such a fast pace.

a seven leaf clover.

Just let it all blow over.

It's over.