Fallen Angel

When God casts me,
from the heavens above,
my wings stripped from,
my back,
my halo a shattered glass,

Will you catch
me in your arms?

My virtues replaced by
so many deadly sins,
my angels pride
befalling me,

Will you catch
me in your arms?

When Lucifer, my brother,
stands to greet me,
at the gates,
can I trust in you
to be there?

Will you catch
me in your arms?