• The Angel sits and writes
    Writing out how shes feeling
    Tears stream down her face
    Nobody understands the angel
    No one can see a dark, lonely angel
    But a light, crystal angel

    As the angel writes out these words
    No one can see her world
    Her world of sorrow and pain
    Blood is on the paper
    Her dark soul can be seen

    You can see her plight in this world
    Full of ashes; nothing that can grow
    You can see the full moon
    Reflecting her pain and woes
    The angel can scream
    Without noise being heard
    The angel can cry,
    Without a tear to be seen
    The angel can hurt,
    Without feeling anything inside

    Because her emotions,
    Now are mine...