There is an angel trapped inside me
it wishes to soar once more
But its wings are stripped of feathers
swapped with pain it cannot endure.
It exists, shunned, saddened,
like a child's once-favorite toy
The false self I hide behind
prevents it from true joy.
One day, I find the angel
crying itself to sleep
I realise my true mistake
and join it in its weep.
My life is slowly dwindling,
with one thing left to lack
One chain's left that holds it down,
one feather to grow back
My life is flashing before my eyes,
or, truth be told, my lie
I feel happy for that angel,
as I close my eyes and die.
it wishes to soar once more
But its wings are stripped of feathers
swapped with pain it cannot endure.
It exists, shunned, saddened,
like a child's once-favorite toy
The false self I hide behind
prevents it from true joy.
One day, I find the angel
crying itself to sleep
I realise my true mistake
and join it in its weep.
My life is slowly dwindling,
with one thing left to lack
One chain's left that holds it down,
one feather to grow back
My life is flashing before my eyes,
or, truth be told, my lie
I feel happy for that angel,
as I close my eyes and die.
