A True Test of Heart
An Angel from above screamed to those below
'Make way, make way for the falling.'
It is a long way down.
Broken wings piled upon the ground.
Beneath the tragedy
lay a man who would not move, he could not move.
His soul called by the saints. He tempted fate.
He stood in wait.
He laid himself to break her fall.
He gave his all to this strangers call.
His life.
His love.
His soul.....
No angels feathers in his bedding of down.
Marked by his strength of heart, Greatness found.
He from above screams to those below......
'Make way, make way for the falling.'
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