It's too cold for the angels to fly
If only I knew how they get by.
On weekends and holidays
And all throughout winter
it's cold outside.
Their mittens made of wool
Their hats made of cotton
Clothes made of thick, thick fabric
It shields them, the freezing wind it wreaks havoc.
It is too cold for the angels to fly
If only I knew how they get by
On weekends and holidays
And all throughout winter
it's cold outside.
They fly in the sky pass broken brittle grass
dodging the snow as fast as they can
Their body heat was dropping they needed a plan
So they grabbed some warmers and went out across the lands.
It is too cold for the angels to fly
If only I knew how they get by
On weekends and holidays
And all throughout winter
it's cold outside.
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Honesty
PoetryLike every teenager, we have our outburst. Those little doubts that chatter in their head, our head. The moments where we want to go back in time. Listen to the millions of cries, yells, and laughs that surround our world.
