The Lost Angel

Where is the sound of the emptiness?
While moonlight is shinning into the darkness night
Where are the bolts of blue?
While the whisper of noise high and low coming through

The lost and lonely lil' Angel
Sitting down in the middle of her thoughts
Suddenly, the maturity is getting her up from the beauty of her stillness

Her wings were flying
Somewhere…
Bring her up, further and away

Somehow, she fell down and broke her wings…

She is sick for being so worthy…

The environment doesn’t even recognize her anymore
And life starts to question her…
Who is this pathetic lil’ Angel?
What’s going through?

What’s making you so blue, the pathetic lil’ Angel?

And the lil’ Angel question them back

“Is it a sin for being a stranger by the day?”

“Cuz’, I’m sick for being so pure, cuz’ I’m tired for being so true”

The reality of an imperfect truly lil’ Angel…

Now she is making her own path
Fulfilling her destiny…
Making her own dreams…
Stepping forward, chasing for her true immortality