It wasn’t in the month of May
that life became a devil thing
and I know that well for here I am
held prisoner by November.
Soon, soon, soon, release will come
and I’ll step into December
but I know from then until today
devils follow angels.
But when behind they’re building strength
to one day overtake and trip
the good and innocent
and how silently they grow and grow
seeking always, wishing for,
acknowledgment and praise.
So sad the tale of those in need
that only through an evil deed
can make their presence known
but never in their life and times
gain an ounce of praise.
So be it then; devils follow angels
working hard, so very hard,
for praise that never comes!