Fallen Angels with broken wings.
Armed with bells that never ring.
Cry with their arms lifted high.
To their home in the sky.
Now their wings are colored black.
To remind them they can never go back.
In Heaven they no longer stand.
But now embrace the fiery dark, hand in hand.
this is a good one. hey how have you been? i hope good. can't wait till next weekend. i luvz yew. Bubbles loves Yew, Kiwi.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i still think this poem is awesome