Dear God,
Father my wings are gone
Torn, ripped, shredded ruins
Father won't you let me visit?
I'd like to move in with you
Father, why am I a fallen angel?
I'd like to come home
Father my wrists are marked
Battle scars, they call them
But Father, who was I at war with?
Was it myself, or was it you?
Father, why can't I come home?
I'd like to move in
