Oh..Gabe
Yes, Jason Collett, I am still worried...
I have funny ways one saying what I mean
Feel of flying, drift off...
This song...so strange to be sung to completely about myself.
The name, it is mine, Gabe
the blood is in me as well.
Like no Son of Abraham,
I can step off the alter
For The Angel too, is watching his seat.
When Armies are to dust
and hatred is to ash
from the Earth shall rise the winged'
from the sky shall fall the wingless
I have funny ways one saying what I mean
Feel of flying, drift off...
This song...so strange to be sung to completely about myself.
The name, it is mine, Gabe
the blood is in me as well.
Like no Son of Abraham,
I can step off the alter
For The Angel too, is watching his seat.
When Armies are to dust
and hatred is to ash
from the Earth shall rise the winged'
from the sky shall fall the wingless