Dean Friedman - Where Have All The Angels Flown? Lyrics
By dean friedmanSprawling spired skylines, sparkle in the nightSprinkling angel dust on everything in sight.In the shadows far below, nestled deep within,Lies a cardboard shanty town shaking in the wind.Huddled in the darkness, strays outside the foldCitizens of nowhere seeking shelter from the coldWhere have all the angels flown?To their fathers golden throne?Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and boneStranded on the surface of this our fragile home.Kings in crystal castles, feast on fortunes fareWhile surly subjects seem to vanish in thin airRed ripe rivers rise on falsely fertile fields.While we all watch in wonder at the weapons wisemen wield.Friends all but forgotten; memories grow dimPrayers no more than whispers; sing a silent hymmWhere have all the angels flown?To their fathers golden throne?Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and boneStranded on the surface of this our fragile home.Somewhere in some city sprawled on some factory floor.Tiny fingers spinning silken patterns forPrinces and princesses, debutantes and heirsUnder some illusion that what they have is theirsWhiled tethered to their stations lesser souls do yearnPerchance to buy their freedom with the pennies that they earn.Where have all the angels flown?To their fathers golden throne?Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and boneStranded on the surface of this our fragile home.
