She stood facing the fading sunlight. High on a windy hill so beautiful and serene. She told me she was a fallen angel. And her wings had been taken away. She said she would teach me how to fly one day. high over the thermals with mountain tops below. It was a sad yet beautiful untruth. She held out her arms and enfolded me in them. The beautiful fallen angel with the sunlit hair and eyes as blue as a summer sky. the only one who can make my lonely heart sing.