Fallen Angel

Let's go take a look at the fallen angel.


We can step on the whitest feathers.
It was easy to break his weary wings.
Listen to the crash of the flight.


Let's look into his tearful eyes.


See how the pain is laughing in them?
Hear his soul's screaming in fire?
Watch gentle heart crying in shame.

Let's go to laugh at the fallen angel.

There is a crowd trampling in mud.
There is the dust brought by the wind.
There is the dirt on the hardened hands.


Let's go see the show how innocence's dying.


We will spill the blood on the hands of the angel.
We will stab the betrayal into his trust.
We will cover his dreams in shadows,
Singing the sweetest lies, while he is sleeping.


Let's go take a look at the fallen angel.  



Lissa June, 1999