Tears Of An Angel

I see into her icy eyes,
I see them melting as they cry,
Her wings falling back,
Her head up high.
She knows I can see her and yet she doesn't hide.

She is such an innocent creature,
she's full of pride and torture,
What is it then, when I see her,
That makes me see her suffer inner.
Her black curls become smooth as the rain pours down.

And all I really see is a mirror,
And it is me who is looking through,
though my eyes aren't blue, they resemble the sky,
So vast with wonders, so sad at times,
And I just see the feathers falling from behind.

Like a lightning I'm struck back to reality,
And I find it was me who was crying,
Why, I don't know, I might never will,
but I know I must stop, before someone comes near,
So I see the knife and look out through my window

The sun, blinds me for a second and makes me forget,
Well probably tomorrow will be another day.