Song of the Fallen Angel By Cassandra Freiborg 10/07/04
Within myself I seek to find,
a way to leave my past behind.
One last place for me to hide,
deep inside- a huge divide.
I once believed I had wings,
once knew how well I could sing.
Now I'm left with broken feathers,
broken from my one last teather.
I'm walking alone deep inside,
With the darkness I can confide.
It knows the real me, though Im good.
I could never find anyone who really understood.
I've watched the humans on this earth,
And knew that this was my dreadful curse.
I was to remain locked up inside,
waiting for my soul to slowly die.
I've come to realise that I was wrong,
yes-dead inside all along.
Thanks for telling me, I hope your happy.
Im sorry I made your life so crappy.
In your eyes I never seemed to try,
but you were blinded by your foolish pride.
Im just a child who always cried,
I cried so much, my soul went dry.
Just an empty shell to you,
a meaningless and broken tool.
I began to solve my problems with a blade,
as my eyes shifted from blue to grey.
The worst thing happened to me today,
and I wish I didn't have to stay.
Just 3 more years and Ill be gone,
then maybe one day you'll read my song.