A place for my scribbles...poems, songs, stories, musings and ramblings.

A place for my scribbles...poems, songs, stories, musings and ramblings.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Fallen Angel

I heard a story ‘bout a girl
Who wanted to live in the world
Being an angel, you see
Just ain’t all it’s cracked up to be 

With legs that refuse to run
Lips that won’t carry a tune
Eyes that can’t seem to cry
And wings that forgot how to fly 

If heaven just ain’t enough
And you’d trade it all for love
Cut your wings down to a stump
And then you just have to jump 

Get a good running start
Jumping’s the easiest part
Let go and learn to forgive
The hard part is learning to live 

And she stands on the edge and says I have to try
Since you cut off my wings I’m not even sure I can fly
But if I jump on my own I might have a chance to survive
More than survive I might even end up alive 

More than survive, I might have a chance to end up alive

My halo fell from my head
It’s down around my feet instead
Shiny shackles are starting to rust
Tarnished metal will one day be dust


And she stands on the edge and says I have to try
Since you cut off my wings I’m not even sure I can fly
But if I jump on my own I might have a chance to survive
More than survive I might even end up alive 

More than survive, I might have a chance to end up alive

I heard a story ‘bout a girl
Who wanted to live in the world
Being an angel, you see
Just ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

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