One early morning I met an Angel sitting on street
Blessing people is her job, her salary is their smile
A work harder than it seems, was too heavy for her two wings
Stopped to fly
May be the reason that angels won¥t work long
She gave all her love
Starving they were
Forgot herself loved
May be the reason that angels won¥t work long is this
She tore her small wings away, an Angel was scared to love
"Love me"her heart screamed out, but in words it¥s hard to say
Fallen angel she is now, cut herself up with those wings
Started to cry
May be the reason that angels won¥t work long is this
By being covered with
Bruises and cuts
Made sure of herself
It was the only way
Forgetting wings are now gone, tonight she¥ll once fly again
A branch for you to rest, was I able to be
