Kiss the Angels

Kiss the angels,
They’re all for you.
Kiss the angels,
They’ve come for you.

And no, those are really halos.
And oh, those are really wings.
See the light all golden and bright
Shine on, please oh please, shine.

Glimmer and glisten like the stars in the sky,
Looking down upon the Earth,
Mournful shimmers of naught but gas and fire
Set Gaia aflame in a work of art.

Kiss the angels,
They’re all for you.
Kiss the angels,
They’ve come for you.

Their smiles, oh, their smiles
Are not illusions; they are not abstract.
They are not illusions, no magic strings pulled.
No puppets, no tricks, no parlor games here.

Just kiss the angels and set the world alight, anew.
Touch the clouds as you rise up once more,
The pain is gone and the blinding dots are there in your eyes.
They see all of it: your life on a translucent film.

No judgments, no snickers, no, not one shake of the head.
Grip their wings and know they’re real.
Grip their hands and follow them.
Feel no more negativity. You are cleansed.

Kiss the angels,
They’re all for you.
Kiss the angels,
They’ve come for you.

Kiss the angels,
Earth does not forget.
And oh, please oh please, kiss the angels.
Kiss the angels.