Fallen

A woman waits atop a hill
her face is downcast, she has no will
the child inside her has a past
it holds all the wrongs that will forever last
A river of red blood runs below,
so horrid she can't become Pure like snow.
She is a creature that haunts the night,
but runs in fear when comes the daylight
this woman has no soul
her heart is blacker than coal,
for she is the Fallen.
Her hair is a red burning fire,
this woman tempts with a voice from the Devil's choir
her eyes may look pure blue, but she's blind
don't mistake her youth, she is never kind.
She is doomed, and this is her fate,
she harbors nothing but stone cold hate.
This woman walks with the weight of all
she may stumble but she can never fall,
for she is the Fallen.
Her soul the devil did claim
now she feel nothing, not even shame,
she can't remember her past, or her time,
but I do, this woman used to be Mine.
and she will forever be Your desire
but she is not herself, she is a liar.
For she is the Fallen.
She is queen of all sin,
and she is beautiful, but ugly within
she followed the shadowed moon,
and she left me all too soon.
For she is the Fallen.
But it is the Devil I blame,
for only He knew her heart was not tame,
and He chose her to be the Fallen.