How many times will this evil thing rip these wings of mine?
How many invisible chains will try to hold me down?
How many of these rotten sins will dance in this heart of mine?
And how many of these broken bones can I fully survive?

I am a Wingless Angel, plummeting fast toward the ground
I am covering my face in shame for all reasons I had been damned...
But then your arms pull me through...
And with unexpected warmth you take my hand...

And I know, somehow, everything will be alright...