A little Angel.

I don't care about having a beautiful voice I just want to be hurt and make a lot of noise.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom.

Hi you can call me Grandiose in prose, pose and poise.

I'm not the evening star with the greatest voice of us all.

I'm just a little angel who had a slip and fall trying to put it all together or once and for all.

I said

I'm just a little angel who had a slip and fall trying to put it all together or once and for all.

I said

I don't care about riches or even freaking fame. Although I get glimpse of visions,

where gold and platinum rain.

I'm just here to bless everywhere I go, by giving you my best, top notch show. I have peeps who will watch me grow, set parameters to and fro. Its often been said to me as above so below, as above so below, parallel run those doors.

I don’t care about riches or fame

I’m not here to play in that game

Shouting loud so the world can hear

Let’s break the mundane and spark the fear

They called me a star but I’m off the track

Chasing meaning while the world attacks

You can call me Grandiose in prose

A riddle unresolved a thorn in the rose

Boom boom boom tearing through the night

I’m the noise in the dark I’m the restless fight

Not an evening star not the greatest of all

Just a little angel who had a slip and fall

You see me standing I’m patched and scarred

Life made me raw life made me hard

Yet here I stand voice cracked and torn

From sorrow's fire I have been reborn

Who needs perfection when chaos is bold

I’m weaving truth with threads so cold

Shake the ground with every beat

I’m the storm that sings beneath your feet

Boom boom boom tearing through the night

I’m the noise in the dark I’m the restless fight

Not an evening star not the greatest of all

Just a little angel who had a slip and fall