Fallen Angel
There she walks,
The sweet looking girl
With the long red hair,
And a trail of tears behind her.

Where is she going?
The path seems so long.
Yet she carries on,
With a trail of tears behind her.

Will she spread her wings and fly away?
A beautiful angel has no place here
In this desolation.
Can someone wipe away her tears,
And show her the road to love?
So she can fly away to the place
Where she belongs?


-April 2003