Fallen Angel
There's a tall and dark stranger
Standing in front of me
He hides forever in the shadows
His face I cannot see.
But his voice is pure and sweet
Like an angel from above
As he stands in the dark
Mourning for his lost love.
I want to reach out to him
When he crumples in a heap
Sobbing heavily and singing
About a soul wounded deep.
He's a fallen angel
Fallen from heaven's grace
All because he's different
When you look upon his face
Outward beauty does not matter
It's what's inside that counts
But try telling that to him
Who lost everything to the viscount.
So should you travel to the opera house
And hear a muffled cry
Always remember the warning:
"Keep your hand at the level of your eye!"