Fallen Angel
No one knew
How the broken angel flew
As a child
Young and wild
An innocent bloom
Until came the man of doom
Victimized and torn
A fallen angel born
Scared and afraid
The child now enslaved
Beloved mother had no clue
Of the evil spread beyond her view
Until courage beamed
Though the little girl it seemed
Words fall heard on mothers' heart
Now the sinnermans world falls apart
Years pass and the angel grows
And no one knows
How she did it
But the pain lies behind her strong spirt
She only looks back to see how far she came
Because she knew he'd never touch her again
No one knew
How the broken angel flew
Perhaps she wasn’t broken
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