Hit the ground in a thousand pieces
Split with the sound of a thousand screeches
Fall on my knees, the glass comes to a cease
Strewn across the tiles
The angel falls upon the floor
With the force of a million doors
Slammed shut, as the skeletal house quivers
The dust mites scatter with the shattering shivers
Little angel, why did you end
In sundry shapes that cannot mend?
Even the shingles seemed to shake
With the rattling break
But I know we'll be alright
Your shards refract the wobbling light
Rigid wing caught in my hand
Like sea glass in silty sand
But I think I hear a voice
Telling me I have the choice
To let you bust and turn to dust
And let the world around me rust
Or I can sweep and say goodbye
For in dying did you finally fly
In every loss there is some gain
There'd be no comfort without pain
