You don't know what I do
Nor what I have been through
What my life has seen ensue
I think angels have a better view
Maybe demons they do too
I never like to see a person blue
Kindness is what I want to imbue
If the shoe would fit on the other foot
And you had experienced the pain and rut
Then you would not live in your glass hut
Yet your still blind, eyes shut
Don't throw stones and cast aspersions at me.
Or for that fact anybody.
Because angels have a better view
And demons too.
Of me and of you.