a cold wooden floor
the slam of a door
she's left alone
to be ignored
but look into her baby eyes
ringed with red from her cries
finding the world a much too massive size
a ship to climb aboard
her wings are bent and broken now
they've given up, they won't allow
her to fly from the wood to the ship's bow
they keep her stitched to the ground like an iron cord
she's given up her struggle with the chain
leaving her with scars and the floor a blood stain
she cries because she knows it was in vain
the poor broken angel is forever floored
yet she waits for a hansome knave
to come and free her from her grave
and no longer be the earth's slave
to fly in the sky's where she once soared
but no one heard the angel's pleas
no one saw her fall to her knees
she's the one that no one sees
a fallen angel ignored
-fin









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It's Chantel.
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