These angel's wings
were once pure white;
now they are as dark as night.
I'm shedding feathers,
fast they fall,
soon I'll have no down at all.
Once upon a time I flew
across the skies of deepest blue.
My soul was made
of heaven's light
and joy was mine, the gift of flight.
I traveled far to foreign lands
where oceans faded into sand.
I knew my place,
was blessed with grace,
until the day I fell.
I had the moon, the stars, the sky,
and still I wasn't satisfied.
Envy ate away at me,
the deadly poison jealousy,
and innocence was lost.
It didn't happen
right away;
Rome wasn't built
within a day.
I perched in trees
to watch the sun;
before I noticed, it was done.
My wings were twisted
like my mind,
a more despicable creature
who could find?
I began to hate,
I learned to lie;
worst of all, forgot to fly.
Now I walk along the ground,
I mourn and rue without a sound.
My wings are black,
no longer pure,
for I fear there is no cure.
Who am I now,
barely alive,
to which dreams shall I in vain strive?
I'm lonely now,
it seems so strange—
astounding just how much I've changed!
Fallen angel falling apart,
I find I can no longer sing;
Who'd love an angel with darkened wings?