i saw something last night that made me cry
a beatiful angel fell from the sky
torn from someone she loves so much
she looked so fragile i dared not touch
hear tears fell like gentle rain
trying to wash away her pain
i watched the glow around her die
with every tear that fell from her eye
i asked her "why are you this way"
she softly whispered and turned to say
"my wings are broken it hurts to fly"
it hurts so much i dare not try
breached from somewhere she knew so well
forsaken on this earthly hell
i knew that here she could stay
she slowly got up and walked away
it made me wonder as she got on her feet
how many fallen walk our streets?
just how many have fell from above?
how many angels are killed by love?