Running with the Devil

Running with the Devil
You look so sweet and disheveled
An angel who accidentally wandered out of heaven
Only to find herself in the gritty real world of Man on Earth - a little surprised, a little thrilled.

Turns out it was no accident you wandered out the pearly gates
You knew that Out There was Something Different
You were bored with the perfection and the gossamer gowns.
You possess two things that no good angel has: curiosity and a sense of adventure.

And so you escaped.

The problem is now you don't know how to get back to where you started
You aren't even sure you want to go back.
You have discovered that unlike the other angels you revel in the chaos.
The opposite of heaven makes you feel more alive
And you don't want to give that up for some peaceful old cloud.

And so you stay.

I see you sometimes, running with the Devil these days
Dangling over the edge and rolling in the muck of life.
Somehow you have kept your kindness and a streak of innocence - only God knows how.

You run with the Devil, throwing back shots, daring him ever Onward
But you don't know anymore if you are running to help him chase the Souls of Man
or maybe you chase the  Devil's soul for God
or maybe you are just trying to lose your own.

And so you run.