She was the epitome of Grace,
The expression of beauty,
A paradise in one body,
Giving Joy as free as breath,
Eyes sharp as steel,
Words like heavens’ melody,
Pure as the mind of a newborn,
Character like the queen Esther.
But;
In one moment, a seed put to soil ,
In the next, a tree of discontent,
Just one moment to lay her back, and her walls came falling with such loud silence.
Just one glimpse at the world behind, she turned back to see herself naked in the wind.

Now her shine is going out,
buried under everything she tried to keep out.
Deep from the dark she calls for Light, who will save her?
wrapped in the wings she once soar on.
Sitting right beneath all her fears and mistakes.
Joy has become a myth and a legend.
Who will restore her?

And you ask…Who is she?

She is the fallen Angel
She who forgot how to fly
And her way home is a strange road
She calls out for Light….Father show her your light.

Love; Shepher