You're one of the fallen angels abiding among us,
An unsuspecting amnesia victim exiled from heaven.
Another lodger on earth, nostalgic over the infinite cosmos,
Like a grounded bird, up the high wall you are driven.
A rebel with a cause, you're despised by the believers
Who listen to false prophets and claim that you're done for.
In your subconscious mind you can spot them as deceivers
Distorting the truth and having no valid soul in store.
Everybody fears you, saying you're nobody's son,
Though deep inside you know who your real Father is.
To recapture the past you gotta go back to square one,
And only an encounter with Him will effect your release.
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