Lips of An Angel

This is ridiculous!

how how how how can you be this easy to crumble?

The worst weapon is pounding at your door and it isn't even suppose to be a weapon

It's suppose to be the greatest thing that life can offer

and your trying to fight it off

How can you be so inadequate in your ability to defend yourself!?

All the guns and souls in the world could not deter your stride and yet

This can?

But it's just one emotion!

One feeling...

Even right this moment more steel plates are being welded to the already existing defences in the desperate hope of not losing

The few soldiers of your mind are standing back-to-back in the field

and yet they fall like sticks in the wind

Only you yourself are the last standing

Gun in your hand and the barrel to your head

You are willing to pull the trigger simply because you can't loose

You deem it impossible

Either that or your pride and stubbornness is too much to control

The enemy isn't even trying to harm you

Their hand is out-stretched in an offer of help and of salvation

Yet you can't accept

If you do you will loose yourself in the things you promised never to go back to

So you smile

and rise to your feet, the gun falls and your fists curl up and you charge forward

Just as the angels begin to thunder down from the sky to your aid..

"It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak"