Times are hard
Nobody knows
how she feels
it never shows
She bleeds the pain out
she knows no other away
of expressing herself
its the price she must pay
Her heart was never whole
her passion has faded away
Her nightmares visit her
even throughout the day.
My darling angel, from a broken cloud
where will she take shelter?
From the horrors that rain down
who will help her?
Keep strong,
my broken angel
Your wings will return to
you soon
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