The sky rains down
With feathers from an angel
Look at her there, she's lost her halo.
So sad, so fragile- her tears splash and echo
As harp strings strain to play a solid note.

Come back home,
Come back home...
Your wings may molt;
Head, unadorned
From rings of gold.
But here in my arms
Is where you belong,
Let my four walls
Carry your song.

-SLuR