Broken Angel

by Leah   Apr 7, 2005


So small, yet still so proud
At night before she dreams
she looks into the clouds
A high flyer’s what I want to be
Says I’m too small
I don’t feel small at all

Break my dreams, that’s what they’ll do
Well I’m going to run away
I’m going to go so high
You can‘t bring me down

Little angel you got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Little angel just look in my eyes
You will be the one to fly tonight

What is that supposed to mean
What am I supposed to be
I can't be perfect

I pull my way up through this crowd
To find your body crushed on the ground
It’s so obvious, why couldn’t cope
The cuts and scars on your wrists
You can not fly no more

Little one’s broken lying on the ground bleeding
Wings are strune everywhere, there’s blood all around
‘Cause even angel’s die, but that light just fades
It’s so sad, but she’d be so proud

Broken angel you are gone
Your wings have broken
Unseen and fading
Your light has gone out
Your memory will always be in my heart

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