Heart of glass, wings of lead, feet and body carved from stone, sinking instead of flying.
Eyes of dirt, that crumbles and thrown into the air.
Hair of growing grass, mouth of diamond, and my blood is oil, I bleed black.
The ground is all I fear, for when it hits me, I will shatter and it looms
nearer, and nearer in every second.
I now realize I'm not falling down but soaring up.
I am a cement angel.
My glass heart is shattered and my wings no longer move.
My eyes now are empty and my diamond lips have cracked.
My hair has now died and my blood is all drained out.
My world crashed in front of me and my loved ones, taken away.
And I here fall, with nothing at all,
and have nowhere else to stay.
But through fire and ice, I will try to fly, even with my broken wings.
Because that is who I am, and who will forever be.
I am a cement angel.