She's fallen from the skies
underneath leaves of green,
Angels cry and will abide
their lost & love goes unseen.
The grey covers over the blue
and down lashes rain and dew,
Skin, teeth, flashing white
will be lost from the light to night.
She won't be buried in a tomb,
but where flowers grow and bloom.
This is going to be a stormy midnight,
as her soul lifts and out of sight.