Comments about Randy Hogan
Waiting For My Angel
Sitting on a piece of slag,
on a molten world that is filling with hate and fear,
just waiting for my angel to appear.
And if she appears to open my eyes,
to a world that was meant to be unique with no equal.
Oh won't that be a beautiful day,
when my angel comes.
Wings open so wide, ready to take to the sky,
with a majestic twinkle and beauty in her eyes.