I sit and stare at the great blue sky, but can only wonder why? I used to be and angel, and could fly all around. But I fell in love with a human, and was thrown to the ground. My friends came from heaven with knives and tears, and all I had left were great, big fears. They slowly cut my wings, the pain swarming me. All I wanted in my life was to be free. God spoke in a voice saying I had to stay here, for I had to pay the price for I loved one so dear. So now I sit here on this cliff, staring at the sky. My wings are crumpled stumps and I can no longer fly.
February 7, 2010