Players Ball
I released the angel within from the players ball
how you ask well the story goes
when dealing with a love ever so deep
we give a portion of our inner self
in trusting a love sincere
we share what never has been seen
to find our quest at the players ball
of contemptuous quivering souls
they bicker and squirm at your approach
analyzing and deducting this can't be so
but yet their souls feel your words at the players ball
you felt this before the invitation was given
you warned the love you thought you dreamed of
hiding your angel from the deed at hand
just to find her standing
ingreeting to accept the invitation at the front door
you squirm and think deeply how can I release my angel
from this meeting how can I find the back door
this is all done before the ball
then a whisper comes within
a sinful act only one could forgive
and who are they to deny an act of love
given from days gone by
for his pain is greater than yours
and he cry's for your love
that you have shown him deep within
so the sinful deed was done
and my angel left through the front door
but the ball was still at hand
and I had to find my way home
so the love I thought was real
greeted me with a smile
only to find my angel gone within
so in search I looked deeply and found my peace at hand
to tell the truth of a sin
that released my angel within
this was all done before the players ball
how funny it truly is
all the players do not know why
nor have they seen there own sin
as I left from the back door
with the sin left within the ball
the angel crossed my path peace at last..
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