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Oct 2012
The fallen angels call to me reminding me who I am,
They try to bring me back into their world but I’ve gotten free.
Because I found my wings and I’m flying high,
I am now over the sea.

Don’t come for me,
I am too far gone.
Don’t try to follow,
You won’t last long.

I can hear the fallen angels sing,
Whispering words of fear,
And I don’t want to listen,
But I still hear.

Don’t come for me,
I am too far gone.
Don’t try to follow,
You won’t last long.

The fallen angels stand silent waiting for me to fall,
They want to remind me why I was one of them.
A broken girl,
They want to see condemned.

Don’t come for me
I am too far gone
Don’t try to follow
You won’t last long

I worked hard to get where I am.
These wings of mine are very strong,
They beat with the power of freedom,
Somewhere the fallen angels don’t belong.

Don’t come for me
I am too far gone
Don’t try to follow
You won’t last long

Don’t come for me
I am too far gone
Don’t try to follow
You won’t last long
Jacquie Bullinger
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