From whence they come,
I do not know
But they're here 'tis plain to see
They make themselves known
soft and low
Their havoc wreaked not with glee
I've seen them in
the night so long
In the blink of passing years
I've heard them sigh,
as work they must
Delivering only tears
They're all around
in graceful age
From Mountains to the Sea
For I believe
in Killer Angels
And they believe in Me.
stephenhsmith
july4 2001
