In a hushed whisper the angel cries
A broken soul, her gold heart dies
Her wings, once silver and shining bright
Turn black and meek in the winter night
Cold creeps upon her from every side
Wind and rain do not abide
Purple lips and frozen tears,
It all goes black as death nears
Her final breath, forced out with pain
Once more soul the devil has gained
She lays there dead, motionless and cold,
Her dying wish for somebody to hold
A final tear escapes her eye,
And she lays down as she whispers good bye.
