Ant Smith

This Life

Angel

Do not see yourself in others' eyes

Do not listen to the rabble's lies

Do not lose touch with the sky

For you have the sense

Of true innocence

Do not measure your life by spoons

Do not count the passing moons

Do not meter your days by tunes

For your rhythm

Is a religion

Do not go lonely unto your grave

Do not forsake those friends you saved

Do not rage against this world we've made

For you're more loved

Than understood

This Life