I drew a picture of an angel
Wishing It could be me
fallen from heaven
back down to earth
reborn with a new soul
and meaning of life
pulled from bliss
thrown out, back down
What happens when an angel
crashes back to reality
are they put in a box
and forgotten forever
hidden from the world
the only ray of hope
this angel looked so sad
able to feel pain once again
that purity seemed so white
surrounded by the darkness
a tear running down It's face
but no one to wipe It away
lonely and lost In this world
the only one of It's kind
What happens when an angel
crashes back to reality
are they put in a box
and forgotten forever
hidden from the world
the only ray of hope
this angel would never be the same
seen too much and heard enough
the truth was too harsh
compared to what It used to be
the sorrow cut to deep Into the wings
unable to fly away back home
and there were no corners
dark enough to hide In
What happens when an angel
crashes back to reality
are they put in a box
and forgotten forever
hidden from the world
the only ray of hope
I drew a picture of an angel
wishing it could be me
a tear running down its check
sadness In It's eyes
this world had caused
even an angel to disappear
but only when I looked closer
I realised the angel was you
