An Angel without wings
A sorrowful thing
Its inner light will still shine
And always remember the love that it left behind

An Angel can cry with the ferocity of a thousand storms
But it does not
An Angel could scream out loud
So that it may be heard from the highest reaches of Heaven
To the deepest bowels of Hell
Making no more noise than the whisper of death on the lips of a child
But it does not
An Angel can whisper its wisdom and cause all evil to cower before its volume
But it does not
An Angel without love can weep without remorse to drown all those before him
And it does not

But for all these things an Angel can do
Its heart must be strong and its mind must be true
Or else they will become

One Of The Fallen