Please don't cut, please don't cry
Just come here beside me and lie
Your head on the down of your wings
My sweet little Angel, who can't stand the state of things
This isn't forever, please don't say goodbye
My sweet little Angel, it will pass like a sigh
It is a season of hardship, but seasons are swift
So don't let this become a rift
Between you and your sainted life
Because where there may be strife
There is goodness as well.
And though the day that you fell
From that wide-open sky
May make you want to cut, to cry
Please don't say goodbye.
I am here for you, my sweet, broken Angel.
Though your wings may be tattered, torn, and bleeding
From this world's fearsome beating
I'll gather them close, and hold you tight,
Tell you that it will be alright
Heaven, your home, is closer to Earth than you think
After all, the seasons are swift
The next one might be a gift.
And my tragic, beautiful Angel, till then I won't let you sink.
If only I could get you to see
Your goodness cloaked in humanity
My sweet little Angel, you are better than them
Those who refuse to recognize you as a gem
So don't give in, just come to me
Lean on my shoulder and let your hurt fly free
Let me bandage your wounds and splint your wing
In the next season, we will see you flying.
So please don't cut, please don't cry
One day soon, again you will fly
And from below I'll be watching,
With you, my heart soaring
And on that day, when you take flight
Don't look back, not even a sight
Just keep going higher, keep shining brighter
Lighting the darkness for the next lonely fighter,
The next tragic Angel, cloaked in humanity
Will find their way to me.