I wonder through burnt down towns
Seeing what’s left of the diaster
All the buildings are ash mounds,
People running faster.
I continue my walk,
With black, jagged wings,
Falling to the floor
My voice soaring as I sing.
Fallen angel from the heavens
You grace us with your presence
Your once beautiful white wings
Turning black from blood and dirt,
That rains from up above
For God is in depression
And makes it rain down upon the earth
Calling to his precious Angel
So now I’m stuck here
In the world of the living
Trying to make a difference
But never being able to succeed
I travelling from city to city
Pondering on how I can stop
All the wars and diaster
And make this place a better world.
