The Birth of an Angel

And she screams, slowly, silently into the sunrise
Standing on the roof, her tears falling down
Like shiny little pearls they smash on the ground
Why she is waiting?
Nobody knows
She is hoping that somebody takes her hand

A cold gust is pushing her down
That’s the trigger
Fast like a comet she’s coming closer to the sea of her tears

The siren starts
Now she gets what she was waiting for
A magnet attracting the people
Like vultures, they orbit her dead body
Where were they when she was standing on the top?
Silence
A human was gone
And an angel was born





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