An Angel, Fallen

From the skies, I fall. Many have climbed, To the peak of the tallest mountains, In order to catch me in my descent. Many have climbed, They reached the top of the tallest buildings, Their hands outstretched to catch my falling body. Many have tried, And all of them have failed. I fear, The day I stop falling, that I may crash, and land. My soul may wander, without a direction in sight. My soul may shrink because of the fear, That I have landed in Hell.