13 Of 14 Words To An Angel Poem by Frankie Renae

Chorus:
You are 13 of 14 angels
got all them angles carried up
if the last one is me
it's time to go, you know
you won't hear me, anyway
then why aren't I singin' so
sweetly

is it the fear of not being heard
or is it that you somehow will
but there are so many
so, so voices like bills
somewhere weighting or waiting
you know right where my feet lie
told ya

chorus

maybe it's not the sound that matters
matter at all the soul I dream of
coverin' up, let go
used to be opposite
words, words, but now you're list'nin'
funny, I don't believe it
sweetie

words, words
sweetly
13 of 14 of them
10: 28 p.m.

chorus

it's time to sing, to go, you know
you won't hear me anyway
then why aren't I singin' so
sweetly