Severed wings on the backs of fallen angels; weightless souls that carry heavy hearts
They walk among us now, searching for salvation in the broken promises of mortal men; how fragile they are, the ones the danced in the sky
Sip slow from cupped hands, angels blood poured from sad eyes; their tears warmed this cold rain
Blind are the spineless bodies that slither through the night; the lights of this city heed no rest to the weary
They hear God’s voice in the angel’s song; harmony amplified by the still of the night
This world holds no compassion for the ones that have forgotten how to fly; this world holds no place for the unwanted
Grounded in the search for salvation; tired feet run towards the dying light
Notes of regret left in the pockets of the breathless; hung from the nooses that strangled their beliefs
This can’t be heaven