Angel Ocean

12:03, and wondering...
Are there angels in the ocean?
because the sky is always clouded...

12:03, and wondering,
Are there demons in the skies?
When a storm brews and thunder claps,
is the lightning a demon dagger?
When the ocean waves, is that an angel smile?

12:03, and listening...
To the saltwater tide
Who's going to win the battle
if all I do is hide?
Can the angels win with smiles,
if the demons fight with fire,
And all I do is hide?

12:03 and waiting...
For the clock hands to change
Isn't there a chiming tone
to wake me from my thoughts?
I can heard the battle pounding,
lightning on the ocean...
Who's going to win the battle
if all I do is hide?

I need someone to pry my hands away
from covering my ears
Because my hands can to better things
if I stand and face the storm

12:03, and wishing...
For my split second though to end.
But knowing that it can't
without first erasing my guilt.
Who's going to win the battle
if all I do is hide?

12:03, and standing!
To face the demon battle
I can't make much of a difference
but I can smile like the angels
and have a feeling of completion.

I'll no longer be hiding
I won't cover my ears
because I'll be in the middle
facing the storm.

The Beginning

It's great when you find a home, right? When you find that place, that thing, that... haven that helps you throw everything into the stream to be washed away. Writing is one of those homes for me. When I'm extremely frustrated or stressed, I force myself to write something about the complete opposite I'm feeling. It helps.
Music is another of those places. Thus, the title of my blog. Please don't expect much here. Or anything of amazing quality. It just makes me feel like my hours were worth while if somebody reads it.

My first post is going to be "Angel Ocean". I wrote it a while ago; it's not that great. It just means a lot to me in particular.