An angel sits on the clouds above
She looks down with eyes full of love
the world is a garden, a painting, a play ground
the things that are lost there are found.
But all is not well in her world of light
the humans they murder, the pilage and fight
Her heart it is broken, she looses her grip
and to the ground she begins to slip
Her angelic form falling to the world below
Her fall is nostalgic and unmercifully slow
she seen all the pain and death and heard us all lie
and there it would be that the angel would die.
Killed by our actions, our words and our hate.
All we can do is pray its not to late
to save our world and save our lives
and not fall to death in the pit of darkness and knives.,
 XChaosxKittyX · Thu Jan 22, 2009 @ 02:33am · 0 Comments |
