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She was cast here. No love, no emotion.
They pass her in the street, No idea, no clue.
She sees us all, No pain, no fear.
But here she stays, No place, no home.

She is an angel. An angel without wings.
The wings, they say, held her love and her soul.
But she despised them. She hated the others, so cheerful, so the same.
She needed a change.

So here they put her. No matter, no meaning.
And here she stays. No way, no path.
Condemmed to the earth. No friends, no family.
As life runs on, she stays in the past. No wings, no flight.

Because she was different.
Because she is a broken angel...