Ballad Of The Angel

They say she used to live on Earth.
And isn’t an angel at birth.
She lived a normal,ordinary human life.

Untill a tragedy strike.
They say after that,she passed on.
And found a new home in the clouds.

Wings had grown on her back.
And her angelic features did not lack.
She wonders,how did I get here?

To this place,oh so lit in brightness?
So high up in the sky?
One day in her life went well.

She even went out of her outer shell.
But at the end of the day,we all pass away.
Tommorow,next year or one day.

Maybe we all go up into the clouds.
And the voices inside our head won’t be as loud.
She asks ,why am I here and not in Hell?

Did I really actually do well?
With her now angelic ,feather white wings.
She can fly up in the sky,soar up.

And doesn’t trip on the strings.
Maybe she felt peace for once.
Or she found another chance at life.

Either way,the angel sang all night.
To the ones she loved so they sleep alright.
They listened to her angelic song from up in the clouds.

And there was no interrupting noise.
The angel looked up and heard their voice.
I recognized him as the moon.

You are free of sin now.
You are free to roam wherever.
And live your afterlife however.

You can bathe in tragedy.
Or you can bathe in peace and relief.
The angel now lives in a small house up in the clouds.

For once,monsters didn’t bother her.
It was just like Heaven.
She dreamt of it since she was seven.

And eventually,she got in the gates of Heaven.
Listen to me now.
There may be good in you,Heaven or Hell.

So live your life happy and swell.