Fallen Angel - Poem by Sean Foxx
Where do we go from here my fallen angel?
Now that heaven is a dirty grey.
Who do we turn to, my fallen angel?
The trust once had, betrayed.
What is there left in the ashes, my fallen angel?
Hearts once strong, now afraid.
When will this wound heal, my fallen angel?
My eyes long to see the light of day.
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