Stolen Poem by Kerri Foxx

My soul is on fire
My heart is too
I wish to run away from these problems
From the death, from the blues

I've watched many fall into the abyss
I've seen their souls burn
I've seen turmoil, the hurt
And I wish I could turn
Away from this life, this life in that I was born

I've seen the Heavens, the man in the crown
I've seen his children, their happiness profound
Everything is peaceful, beautiful, divine
There is no selfishness, no wars, no crime

For years I watched them from behind the sidelines
Wishing I could join in each time
Only these pair of black wings won't get me in
These red horns on my head makes me stand out
Forever and ever I'll only know pain, there is no doubt

Being Satan's son, beautiful and charming
Until I witnessed this one downing
There was a family of five, their oldest son my age
He looked just like me, only friendly and nice
But I saw him make one wrong turn
He woke with black wings
How could that be with a life of purity
He'd done no wrong
But then I saw Satan steal my soul from where it belonged
So here I am now wishing my Father wasn't so evil