This is a poem based off the song...

I do not like coffee..However, my friend is in...

These broken angels,
Were meant to fly...

Read this through, see what you make of it, then...

This prose is best read as a flowing whole, though...

Sing to me a song,
Nightingale of Babylon...

Twist and turn
This is where angels burn...

-Lost-
Wondering silently...

A blue clear sky,
On a gentle day...

Each hour you'll see
A new Angel fall...

The air's so clear, I can see your smile through...
You can beg me to stay, but the heat is becoming...

I like the repetition of 'Darling' in the piece...