aleph@netcom.com (Aleph Press) Ken's Song-- White-Winged Angel When it began, it was all a game Cops and robbers, good and bad I was sure to win For my cause was right And my heart was pure But I had to play by the rules Or I would surely lose I had to be strong, I had to be firm Always show mercy, never be cruel I had to be noble, I had to be pure I had to be a white-winged angel They said, "Well, it won't be a game, do you want to do it anyway?" I smiled and said sure I didn't quite realize-- Oh, I knew there'd be hardship but hardship isn't real When you're only seventeen So I took on the mantle And willingly I became a white-winged angel Took the world on my back Make everyone proud of me I became a white-winged angel He said, "This is not a game (brat), Why do you do it anyway?" I laughed in his face I never answered I never let him see how the question had bothered me How could I be a white-winged angel? With the world on my back How could I fly And never fall? For if I fall, the world falls with me But my wings are so tired and weak An angel never gets weak And never gets tired An angel's not human, so I cannot be But human flesh and blood Cannot long support The wings of a white-winged angel Since, I've learned that it's not a game If I could, I'd give this burden away Lose my father, lose my friends Nearly lose my life And yet I must stand unflinching and tall For if not, the world must fall Why'd I agree? Why'd I take on this burden? A human can never be a white-winged angel And yet I'm bound to be I must be a white-winged angel Now I know that it's not a game But I have to do it anyway I've got to try Who could do it, if not for I Who could be a white-winged angel Who could be a white-winged angel I've got to try though I wish it could be anyone but I I can't be a white-winged angel I must be a white-winged angel I've got to try Who could do it, if not for I? Who could be a white-winged angel Who could be a white-winged angel... -- Alara Rogers, Aleph Press