The Angel of Mundane

The lost little Angel fell into the urban slums . 
Walking aimlessly with nothing but her broken wings 
She turned herself into granules of dusts
Intangible as a vagabond and chose to be unseen

Escaped from the world of infinity, she paved her own paradise
Fell and be united with the mundane, she was breaking the dreams
Once the shield was broke, her purity shone from the filthy damn cloak
The hidden sanctity glowed, illuminated those souls who ingested by the slums

She chose the uneasy part of life
Scars were the last witness which sealed her true story
Somehow she relieved 
Somehow it changed her destiny

Tracing every stitches on her flaw wings
Slums and filth open the other side, her humanity
She was meant to be an angel 
An angel among the damned

Risen from the slums, her wings were torn
The shield of a vagabond cracked
She paid the price with mortality instead of her immortality 
To be a human is her last destiny