Her wings have been broken
Her halo is cracked
She's covered in scars
She's been under attack.
An angelic war
She fights from within
The battle gets tougher
She wants to give in.
She's covered in battle wounds
With herself she is pleading
The price of a cruel world
Has left her bleeding.
Her soul has been ripped
Her heart has been torn
An angel at war
Is weary and worn.
Dirty hands pull of her halo
Cruel words tear at her wings
She's a lost fragile angel
In a world of wicked things.
Her wings are gone
Her halo is shattered
Her regal robes
Are torn and tattered.
Cast out of heaven
For God she is calling
From grace and from glory
The angel has fallen.
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Thoughts Of A Girl.
AléatoireEver wondered what goes on inside the mind of the girl in the back of the class? The shy girl? The awkward one? The one that doesn't know how to speak up for herself? The quiet girl? The Introvert. Quiet people have the loudest minds. This is simpl...
