She came down from above.
Through the wind and the rain.
All she carried was love.
She stood tall.
As she took it all.
This day was bound.
Death was always near.
Wanted to carry the flames.
If she make's it through.
This concrete life of pain.
She'll see butterflies, not tears.
I know she has angels near her.
They'd like to take her home.
Though she chooses to stay here.
I see her delicate fluttering wings.
Of flaming silver, blue and gold.
She must learn to use them.
That's all it will take, for her to fly.
From this perverted degrading place.