From the cold darkness of night
A wounded Angel came to me
Her wings are broken, her spirit's pierced
Her smooth, bronze
skin is scarred I see
But one day she'll be free again
A wish that burns in her eyes
To release herself from the shackles of
this world
And fly away to crimson skies
But how can a mortal help an Angel?
What can I do to ease her pain?
While those
questions were tearing my mind
She sadly looked the stars in vain
Then she fell into my arms
I felt her body shaking like a
leaf
Tears were running down her face
Her gaze faded in endless grief
Then I touched her face, and she looked at me
In my
mind I heard a thousand silent cries
Gracious and sad, I closed in my head
And softly kissed her eyes
A smile replaced
sadness and grief
Her body was healed, her wings were whole again
In that precious moment when she regained her strength
I felt
tender pain as my life was slipping away
Now the Angel stands alone
Under crimson sky
Looking at the lifeless body
Never
asking why
She looks up, spreads her wings
Beautiful and selfish, now she flies
Down below, in the cold darkness of
night
Lies a man with tears in his eyes