I'm over you

Angels are in the state of ecstacy.

Angels sigh and cry and keep on really.

They see us make mistakes and haven't we all made them. Angels are everywhere.

Not only on clouds and you name them.

Or you blame them. It's not really fair.

You won't find this in your issue of Vanity Fair. Or learn this while playing your game of Truth or Dare.  What will become of you.

As you try to be enlightened by things we're mostly amused. Paint a picture of your likeness. And I do hear you weep.

But that doesn't mean a thing to me.

I'm over you. Angels are mighty.

I don't need the abuse. I'm over you fools.