To fall from heaven clothed in sin,
No lights will shine they will only dim.
The river you were given will now stop flowing,
But the dark pathway will keep on growing.
The angles will sing their song of freedom,
And God will look down from his kingdom.
The lullaby you knew will begin to fade,
As you make your bed beneath the shade.
The wind will howl as the warning bells sound,
But your sins are slowly becoming a mound.
But Angles will whisper from high above,
To tell you God still gives you endless love.
