Tears fall on my wings
My halo disappears
The brightness in my smile
It isn't there
The white in my dress fades
My skin goes pale
The tears that fall from my eyes
Is like rain on the world
The cloud I rest on is slowly degrading
I am falling from my happiness
Falling, Falling
to fast to see
my wings cant catch me now!
... I am a fallen angel
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence.
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I enjoyed reading this - thanks for stopping by.
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