This is a personal poem of how I took back my life with God's help. |
Like a wall of hate be broken down, and picked up, told to climb. to reach though slip, for a maybe false light. Who wish that life is but a slight... maybe misunderstanding... maybe somewhat a landing... for an angels airstrip for those with no grip, is to be laid out for them to see. And when one day you realise That you have slipped and maybe floored... Be put at ease by one calm breaze that whispers to your ear: "Even fallen angels may rise again." Even fallen angels may rise again, though broken up be healed... be picked up by an Almighty love, just to realise, that even fallen angels may rise again. And then as you lay, broken inside cut to pieces by an unwanted lie. Don't let tears rip you apart. Be healed as they fall just for your heart -to let it go... so let all emotions flow. Even fallen angels may rise agian though broken up be healed... be picked up by an almighty love, just to realise, that even fallen angels may rise again. And eventhough people look, they think they see, But no, they don't! And as you try and prove them wrong... You realise to stop and look at what you've become. Even fallen angels may rise again, though broken up inside and though fallen, even you realise, that you may rise agian. |