The Angels Plight
I'm hurled into the storm of life again
from the sky I fall .
Broken and battered by the wind and rain ,
the pain of it all .
I'm slowly dying on the earth alone ,
long after the fall .
Somebody pick me up and take me home ,
angels don't have graves .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-11-09 18:14:22
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