It’s a lonely road			To walk along
Where it goes				Forks right and wrong
Can you see the scars		Or are they hidden well
Tiny marks 				Where the angel fell 

Few will touch		Less will stay		None endure a day None endure a day
Some will dance 	More will sing 	Around the ripe decay Around the ripe decay
Pedestals 		Lined in gold		Are built to place what’s found
Dirty wings	Dirty wings				Lying on the ground 


She’s crying crying		Lost without hope
Not dying     dying		Just trying to cope
She’s crying			Lost without hope
Not dying			At the end of her rope

Can you give		An angel a reason to fly
Without loosing	Inspiration to try
To finish what 
      started here

That has become unclear  
To finish what 
Brought her here
So many years
She’s crying….
It’s a lonely road…