Each Day Twice

A silk feather winged angel
could kiss those lips as you sleep
N you wouldn't even know that she existed
She could leave a feather on the end of your bed
Would you even notice, or would it be left for dead?

The devil reincarnate
Brushes by on the 9am train
You didn't even know she was looking your way
She could start a fire at the end of the track
Would you even notice the heat on your back?

How can you sleep walk your way through life?
Would it be so bad to wake up n smell what it really smells like? 
To have loved and laughed and lived and cried,
To have loved and laughed and lived each day twice.