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!