Poem By Doug Fresh
How could such a Beautiful Angel fall in such a way?
Free falling into a deep abyss of her angelic mind,
And becoming constrained to her thoughts and
Shackled in all of her loneliness.
I just want to reach out my hand and pull her back up
Tell her to hold her head up as high as the mountains..
Because I am here for this Fallen Angel.
I will illuminate her path and get her out of
This darkness that consumes her.
Nothing is more sad than the sound of an
Angel Crying, crying alone in all her darkness
Such a terrible sound to hear the tears of
An angel falling to the earth from up above.
Spread your wings and fly beautiful angel,
Fly as free and high as you can,
For tomorrow holds new joy—
And new promise,
And you cannot fall forever!