My Fallen Angel

with eyes the blue of the sea
i can feel her watching me

her cheeks a soft cream
she is portrayed in a bright beam

her body is lean
at times she is not seen

leaking blood throughout the alley
what's wrong, dear angel?

she falls and falls and falls
as death quietly calls

she runs, she runs, she runs
what can I do for you, hun?

the lights she cannot see
and I cry silently for her to be
okay

please angel, come with me
I need you to be well for me