Child of the Eve

Abandoned in the Devil's playground
left to ask, "Whose hands clip an angels wings?"
Like broken toys left never to be found
what justice allows such things?
A fold on her face, the scale empty
can her eyes like those of the heavens
Shun a truth exposed so blatantly?
as the citiscape grows and hope lessens

Temptation and sin lurk the streets

where it is survival of the fittest

And if you saunter to a lonely beat

the beast will prize you, if not intrepid

Revalations of faith, what it means to believe

that the sky is not a sinkhole

That a new day means you're a child of the eve

to embrace your life and enrich your soul...

Well at least thats what it means to me.