Fallen grace ((faith for a faithless angel))

The song of the silent
often goes unheard
starlit screaming, not a sound
no one to hear unspoken words

Another nighttime stumble
another bled out prayer
praying to a God she fears-
so afraid He isn't there

Lovely are the faithless
so cursed and yet so blessed
to bleed it out at midnight
lying, she isn't depressed

Yes, this is another Goliath
exotic in its form
she begs to God, the Almighty,
but is He there? Her heart is torn...

Falling down so quietly
crumbled up into herself
she places a well-loved Bible
upon its dusty shelf

Fingers search so blindly
eyes closed in utter faith
what happens when she falls again?
she isn't an angel...can't fall from grace...

Wind whips around her
and she falls into the milkyway
gorgeous is the numbness,
an exotic Goliath here to stay

Words are now escaping
non-existant tear drops fall
writes another prayer upon her wrist,
angel needs to know, is He here at all?