Fallen Angels

Broken hearts cannot beat

They just sit and wait die

Held by the Earth's ashen feet

Fallen Angels cannot fly

Their wings are tethered to the ground

By sightless bonds of golden fire

Not a halo can be found

When mortality's upon the pyre

Lost prayers whisper in the dark

Unanswered and unheard

Up in Heaven Angels lark

Broken wings, a flightless bird

Close their eyes and wait in line

And pray the sins are now forgave

Secrets lie behind their eyen

To be placed inside the grave

Their ailing and their darkness

Washed away in storm of sea

No cure for such an illness

That the Holy cannot be

Cast down from grace, forsaken

Their last hope, their passed allies

Healed bones begin their breaking

Up or down, descend or rise

Broken hearts cannot beat

They just sit and wait die

Held by the Earth's ashen feet

Fallen Angels cannot fly

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