left to god

Feb 02, 2008 - 07:16 AM PST

If I were a painter, I'd give a steady gaze
To a saint with open eyes, watching what her life was spent to save
But I'm not a painter, I don't know any saints
The only ones I saw were done in someone else's paint

Your white angels still fly
On the breath we spent on the prayers we cried
On the path to where heaven lay
You left us to God when you turned away

Oh, I've heard thunder, loud as God is great
Where everybody ran inside, whether or not it rained
I knew a devil, dressed in white like any saint
He fell right through the ground where Lucifer remained

Your white angels still fly
On the breath we spent on the prayers we cried
On the path to where heaven lay
You left us to God when you turned away

Your white angels still fly
On the breath we spent on the prayers we cried
On the path to where heaven lay
You left us to God when you turned away
Away, away

words ©2005 m pauley