Saint Daniel, Saint Michael

I seem fine,
don't I?
I don't cry
when you can see.
I do let loose
sometimes.
Like tonight,
tonight, I'll be.....

I can't compete
with his best friend.
I can't escape
or criticize.
I can't let go,
I cant seem to know
that there's all truth
in those goodbyes.

I can't compete with a demon
for a beautiful, angelic saint.
I can't compete with the devil
for my rite through heaven's gate.
I can't compete with the loyalty
I know he doesn't deserve.
I can't compete with the fealty
like a lord gets from a serf.

It makes me sick to see an angel
praying straight to hell.
It makes me sick to see him running
at the toll of Grace's bell.
It destroys me to see all that pain,
all that hate and scorn
in those forever-deep lovely brown eyes
at the sound of Gabriel's horn.

I know of this old demon,
of his evil, I know well.
I used to be his victim
when from saving grace, I fell.

He gets into your business.
He takes away the friend
you thought that you would always have
until the very end.
He gets into you livelihood
and takes away your love,
he takes away the warmth and life
and heaven far above.

Saint Daniel, Saint Michael,
why can't I make you see
that all that little devil wants
is to take you from me?
Saint Daniel, Saint Michael,
why is it hard to know
that that evil man is using you,
and I still love you so?

Saint Daniel, my brother,
I wish you'd realize,
I wish you'd take a time to look
from those hypnotic eyes,
look away from the charade
back to your sister dear,
the one you held so many nights
so warmly and so near.
Look back to your poor sister,
the one that trusted you,
the one that told you everything
and not one lie, all true.
I'd never, ever lie to you
my saintly brother, dear.
Why would I drive your love away,
when all I want you is near?

Saint Michael, my life,
the man I'll always love,
how can you still glare down at me
from heaven far above?
I've given nothing but truth for you,
and for truth, It's persecution,
I'd give my life and love for you
for the truth of retribution.
It wasn't a relationship
of love of all us three;
the demon wasn't involved, but
it was just you and me.
So how does he tear you
away from love's sweet light
with a lie that didn't matter
out into the dark, cold night?

Can't you see I love you,
my saintly Michael dear?
Can't you see I'd give up anything
just to have you near?

Can't you see I need you,
brother Daniel, please?
Can't you just forgive me,
is there a way I can appease,
tear down the angry wall you built
to hide yourself away,
so I could never see you
and our friendship could decay?

Saint Daniel, Saint Michael,
My beautiful angels, please,
forgive me in this travesty,
I'm begging on my knees;
Show me your once divine love,
of which I used to know.
Help me see sweet Grace's light
to guide me where I go.
And see away from the demon's charade
and get off the devils path;
if I could have just one last wish
it would be to escape the wrath
of the demon instigator
of this whole charade,
to let you, my angels, fly so free
to sing another day.

I'd let you free, sweet angels,
to Heaven, you would go,
and though I'd never see you again,
you'd know I love you so.
And maybe you'd forgive me
after a long, long while,
and accept me back into your arms
with not but a sweet smile.

Maybe forgive me one day
my angels, with love so true.
You know I'll, here, be waiting,
and you know I'll always love you.