Fallen Angel
With her fall from grace
She stands all alone in this place
With ebony tears falling down her face
With lighting streaking across the sky
She hangs her head to cry
Broken and alone she wonders 'Why do I try'
No one cares if I live or die
Maybe tonight is the night I die.
Closer to the rivers edge
Her soul teeters on the ledge
No will to live
with nothing more to give
She closes her eyes
and takes a deep sigh
But as she's ready to take the jump
The wind blows and she feels a slight bump
It's a crimson red rose
As she picks it up, she realizes the future it holds
A fallen angel she may be
But Gods love will always be!
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