The Angles Above.


The angles above, fly with the stars and sway with the clouds.

They once walked with us, down the streets. In the halls and maybe in  the school ball.

We knew their names, but not them.

People laughed, they cried.

No one knows why, but everytime they died a little inside.

They died and died till they were empty inside.

We knew them, but only by name.

They didn`t belong here. They belonged there.

Up with the stars and the clouds.

To fly away from the cruelity of this world.

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