The angel cries without,
making a sound.
The master orders,
her wings clipped,
so she stays on the ground.~
 
The angel looks up,
with a single heavenly tear,
flowing from her sad lost eyes.
The master gives the order,
she has taken her last flight.~

Her wish is to find the lining,
of silver, that dwells, in the clouds.
On her last flight,
she wondered to close,
to the ground.~
 
The master looked up ,
and felt pity,
for the beautiful being.
he reached out and bent,
one of her angelitic wings.~
 
Seeing her smile he,
wiped away that single tear.
She kissed his face, 
then they both became,
real sincere.~
 
She flies today,
not quite so high,
with a broken wing she,
still lifts up to the skies!
~Inkmaster~