Chased
chased by fear
ignored by love
dropped from the heavens above
a fallen angel lay dead in the sand
asking man to lend a hand
no one answered his command
he lay there bruised and battered
the day he died he rose again
then was called on by the man
the man was sick about too die
he sighed askin the angel y
when i needed ur hand u let me die
u have been poisoned by the tears i cried
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