by Analyse J.

Created on: November 15, 2009   Last Updated: November 16, 2009

There were a few angels..
and they were told before they were even born how their song's would play. They knew, yet they chose to live anyway... the note's began to grow the older that they got. Louder they would get, slower and sadder.. and they would dance, all while their heart's cracked.
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An angel will ebb, dancing on the stairs of heaven
A quiet patter of her feet, before she hits the dirt
At first shaken and startled, the music now begins
As she lays silently crying, she is useless, and inert.

These notes pick up speed, her head will spin
What a sad sight with all the light that she exudes
but it drains and she is worn into conviction
her light is failing her, and she debates surrender

The tune is very soundless now, something changes
Her piety replaced with her love, insight is less tragic
For duing her sprightliness that smile is but a lie
Sadness lies behind her eyes

Acceptance turns everything into beautiful calamity
The world and it's people ascertain the singing voices
One terminal shudder of her bones, and the angel dies
Wearing a smile that does not touch her eyes

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