Angel
with crippled grace
and broken wings
I do wander
heading to where a nightingale sings
towards the sunrise yonder
look not to I
with eyes vieled in falsehoods
for I am but a lost cause
caught in dark and sleepless woods
the unsung victim of your ceaseless wars
a matyr sacrificed
for something I never believed in
my innocence you never heard
as you condemned me to die for your sin
only listening to a truth that you preferred
your spear stabbed in my side when
I had already died within