Angels Don't Need Guns

If Heaven won't take me back
did I ever belong there
in the first place?

Because if what I thought was right
isn't what Heaven thought,
then why was I ever there,
if not as an enemy?

Maybe it's just that I've seen more
and it's changed something inside.

Does that make me wicked?
I wonder why – it seems to me
that innocence is only useful
when it's already lost.

But I chose to take up the flag
that the fallen left behind,
and if that bars me from what
I always thought was home,
maybe it never really was.