I’m a helpless statue carved by man’s hands
Look at me, from this is where my pedestal stands
Fallen out of the sky, my wings are broken firebrands
Like serene meadows from within, like an angel so tragic lands
I’m an offspring of decadence, my will is shut down
Dressed in another man’s linen, the eyes of someone is my gown
Covered in winter snow, yet my whole world is burning down
How I wish they know, how it feels to wear a thorn-like crown
Look at me,
I’m like star dusts falling from the sky
Can’t you see?
Feel the emptiness in my eye
Waste no time.
By now you should have heard my cry
Knitted wings of liberation,
Fly me there somewhere up high
Stay with me, forget reality, and never ask for more
Immersed in jubilance, your love is what I existed for
Vigorous as lightning as
I’m walking the ocean floor
Like an angel so tragic lands,
Like my faded footsteps on your door
Based on William Faulkner’s A Rose for Emily.