Angels that fall
when Michael casts them out
they fall with no grace of angels
but tumble from the sky above
with tears in their eyes
I fear as the angel of your eyes
I will be cast away from your heaven
never loving you
never tempting fate of love
Violets crimped with the teardrops of an angel
so cold and dark they wilt
until tomorrow
when the sun may rise
and the sweet Lord may bless us all
Oh Lord just sheild my face
from this harsh disgrace
i love thee
but I have lost my way
He held me in his arms and now
I have nothing left to say
Give me a belief past my own obituary
give me something to sing
give me something to say
so when they ask
'why have you fallen'
I dont say
Because I am weak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is beautiful Sometimes when We fall is because We don't give Or do the things we need to do Or when we fall might be because we had been Sitting on a high horse