Hope For Fallen Angels Poem by Madrason .

Her Do, Re Mi's where stained with blood
this life has drained her from her lust
for her there seemed to be no God
this little weak candle failed to trust
so frail and yet able to combust in dance
as if to rise again per chance
a twirled flower in the rain
that falls right back into her pain
a cold bed on a stone, a stain
I pray for her with all my might
that might she rise, I'll be her light
I pray for her with all my might
that might she rise, I'll be her light. M