Fallen Angel

The cool winds of heaven, some thing we won't miss,

now were down in hell, were the misfits.

Our wings once white and beautiful,

no are black and evil.

There's nothing wrong with being a fallen angel,

we spoke against god's word,

We rose up against the others,

We fight our fight, we still fight today.

Please tell me if you may,

do we really rot and decay?

We fell from heaven,

Did it hurt?

yes, but that's OK,

I am now free to be me,

I just wish some people your see.

This is me.

A fallen angel is the way to be. :)