Angel of Mundane

Little lost angels fell into urban slums Walk aimlessly with nothing, but her broken wings She morphs herself into a granules of dust Intangible like a vagabond and chooses to be unseen Escaped from infinite world, she paved her own paradise Falling and fused with the mundane, she breaks her own dream As soon as the shield broke, her purity shone from the filthy damn cloak The hidden sanctity shines, illuminated the dark souls She chose the knotty part of life Scars were the last witness to seal her true story Somehow she relieved Somehow it changed her destiny Tracing every stitch on her flawed wings Slums and filth open the other side, her humanity She was meant to be an angel An angel among the damned Awakened from the slums, her wings were torn The shield of vagabond was cracked She paid the price in mortality To be human, her last destiny