She is the fallen
The angel who fell
The girl who cheated
From going to hell
Not pure for heaven
To nice for the fire
To clean for lust
But dirty for desire
She catches the tears
Of those who cry
She holds the mourning
Of those who die
She heals the wounds
Of blades and guns
She hunts the evil
Who try to run
Her tears they repair
The most broken of hearts
Her fingers they heal
The bruised body parts
Her hands they sew
The sheets for the cold
Her eyes they spot
The purest of gold
She is the fallen
Who stays on earth
To protect the broken
To ease the birth
Some say she’s a myth
A fairy tale lie
But just you wait
For the day you cry
Her embrace so warm
Her arms so strong
You’ll feel her presence
And find you were wrong
