Fallen from grace
An angel wakes up in a field
Questioning its origin
Who am I?
She finds the road
And meets some nice people
Who weren't so very nice.
Battered and bruised
On the side of the road
She decides who she wants to be.

**I will be the STRONG
I will never again be weak.
Although I cannot remember my past,
My future will be great.
If anyone shall try to beat me,
I shall **** them where they stand.
Because I am no longer filled with light,
In this dark, decrepit land.

I should have known that our forever,
was just another lie you'd spun,
but somehow you had me thinking,
that you could have been the one.
You had me dreaming of your face,
each and every single night,
my head told me it was wrong,
and now my heart tells me I was right.