Like an angel with broken and battered wings,
You said you were the answer to my prayers.
All I had to do was remain on my knees,
And you would watch over me.
But like the seasons change from summer to autumn your heavenly glow dimmed and wilted,
Your scripture dried up like dead leaves,
Your harp played a blasphemous tune,
And I watched the devil bloom in you.
Your eyes are like oil in the ocean, your voice now dark and deep.
Yet still I prayed and still I stayed eventhough this isn't the eden you promised me, like a child full of hope, I believed.
That you were the closest thing to heaven ill ever be.
Isnt it just like the devil to be everything you desire all the while setting you up for the fire?