The angel desended from the heavens falling hard and fast
In a blink of an eye she has landed
broken and bleeding
a world without dreaming

She is no longer dressed in the brillance of light
Nor is she donning the pitch black of darkness
The inbetween worldly color of a sullen gray
Is there still hope?

What can protect her
from this cataclysmic world?
What would cause her
to fall?

Only those that believe flock to her side
some in hopes of healing
some in hopes of believing
some in hopes of madness

People screaming, laughing, dying
tearing themselves apart
almost like a bleeding artwork
blood splattering everywhere

The angel cries
she didnt mean to fall from His grace
she only wanted to help
the human race

too late now it seems
too far gone
too long corrupted
by meaningless and wicked ways

only a small few can be saved
for they know the lesson in pain
not the pain as you may think
but as the sorrow, not knowing of tomorrow

Only hope can save them now
perhaps there still is some
children of today
forced to rebuild  for tomorrow

as it forever goes
corruption grows
as the generations continue
tomorrow we may never know

The angel gathers those close by
sings to them
kisses them goodbye
she had seen enough to know the truth

the world is what we make of it
which isnt simple but its true
we have the power to change it
to make it right

The angel's wings are healed
she waves to all
knowing she will one day
see some again