How can this happen
What mistakes have they made that he doesn't want them back
Angels are supposed to be perfect
Maybe in his eyes
The wings are white, without a blemish
The clothes are pure without signs of dirt
Can they not be forgiven
Can they not grow
You must be indefectible
The wings make you faultless
When you fall
No need to get up
Your knees are dirty, the wings are not pure
Your heart is no longer impeccable
Fall hard when they hit the ground
They've lost it all
Until
That light shines
and an arm is extended
The fingers seem to have a glow
Hope
maybe
Hope
that they will once again be perfect and forgiveness comes their way
Hope
that light will still follow them when it's dark around them
That the goodness they see in people will always be with them
Fallen angels
fall hard
But they become flourishing beautiful flying angels once again
That hand that reached out for them never lost trust or faith
Flying angels
Fallen angels
Flying angles
Fallen angles
Flying angles
