Could I once fly, is this memory real
Could I lay hands on the sick to heal
Was I an Angel many lives ago
Or merely another being with a love for gold

I sensed a fall, I believed a lie
Abandon here and left to die
These wings they failed and turned to stone
Beneath a sky I'm forced to roam

Did I lose my mind, did I lose my sight
Did I lose my will to stand and fight
Against a god whose acceptance I seek
Yet now I'm stained with the mark of freak...