Spring came knocking
Bringing orange mornings
Petals dipped in dew drops
All the birds and the bees,
Deceptions of a beautiful world
No birdsong,
No forecasts of raining joy
With blissful westward winds
Nothing could draw this fallen Angel out
Her clipped wings crushed by the strength of her fingers
She sat weeping to her favourite rock
Making one last coffee for the visitor,
One last comfort
All promises broken
Sold by God in exchange for a bright red convertible
Worse than hell
Stuck on a thriving earth
Seeking sympathy from people
In a world defined by apathy
He holds her hand while she cries
And promises her a better world
And as the world shuts her out
And life moves away
The Devil holds her tight,
And promises never to let go
And her crying turns to wailing
