Angels In The Country

Angels In The Country

I don’t know where I'm going

And I don’t know where I've been

I've been wandering this country

From the Ridge to the Eastern Coast

Meeting so many people

Each so different from the others

I never found any anger or hatred

Just people who said “hi” and shared a cuppa

Every land had its own cultures

None were better or worse than the others

The all just lived the way they wanted to live

Maybe when my journey end

I will share my stories about those I met

And, if someone listens

They will learn that the world is magical

And the souls living here are the real angels

When they hear me the world may survive

And the angels will be the only people we see