angels of ashes

the angels of ashes, will give back your passions, again and again, their light shafts, will reach through the darkness, and touch you my friend, they'll fly in a mind dance, and blind you with wings, wrapped in flame, if you're down to an echo, they just might remember, your name, in the unbroken darkness, where emptiness empties, alone, there's no starting or stopping, where there is no right or, no wrong, well that's all right for some, who can hang the absurd, on their wall, if your blind hands can't grope, through these measureless waters, you'll fall, you've been following patterns, and fleeting sensations, too long, and the fullness that fills up, the pulse of durations, is gone, let the great constellation, of flickering ashes, be heard, let them burn with a fire, all it takes to confess, is a word, just a word, i can recommend angels, i've watched as they've made a man strong, oh so strong, if your humbleness shows, then i'm sure that they'll take you, along, you can tell them who sent you, it might help to get you, above, you can say that he laughed, and he walked like st. francis, with love