a brocken angel, fallen far
with wings half there, it's gone to far
where does it stop, where does it end
...with no-one left, no-one who care's
her heart is left, on the ground
red on the wall, never to be found
all dried up, with nothing left
hope it seems is lost, none is left
the key remains, far away
thrown into the darkness, and gone astray
her path is not clear, not there at all
yet someone will care, and break her fall
so it seems, she waits alone
in a cold shallow bed, and nothing of her own
her prince will arive, but not soon enough
for this once whole being, is nothing but tough
the walls will break down, and soon she will see
that life is worth living, and love is the key
written by: ashley smith
21/11/2010
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