Horizon's Image

Fallen Angel, sad and shadowed
Beautiful eyes of tears and hurt
Why have you fallen so far?
When you gaze off into forever,
what do you see, in the horizon?

Is there a sunset, full of memories?
A sunrise, about to break the dark?
Or do you gaze out into the dark,
and just pray for the moon to guide?
What makes your tears fall away?

Broken wings lay tatted on your back
What stripped away your peace, tore
into your peaceful world to fall so?
I ask so many questions of you
trying to know what ease I can give

Fallen Angel, forlorn and firey
unwilling to bow your head and fail
fighting back against all the pain
raising fist and head to the sky
defiance at what destiny has deemed

Against each loss and broken hope,
beating back the crushing shadows,
embracing the beauty in your sorrow
frozen moments capture each layer,
individually expressing your soul.  

The wounds from the fangs of fate,
bleeding still from unhealed marks
undisguised and constantly burning
reminders of things forsaken by time
stain heart and hope with crimson.

So Fallen Angel, still walking on
Keep head high, and face the sky
For wounds heal, and will pass away
And memories do become the past.