Painting an Angel

I'm painting an angel
My beautiful Marie
I'm painting an angel
But she can't see
Just a few strokes of color
Her ivory face and dark eyes
It won't be much longer
I hope she likes the surprise
My greatest painting yet
Made with love and care
The most beautiful person I've ever met
With the softet lips and silkiest hair
So I'm painting my agel
She looks so alive in all these hues

It's finally time
The night of the big reveal

Why did this night have to be ruined by crime?
My marie has been shot, I fear she won't heal
Poor, dying angel
Covered in blood
Beautiful, smiling anel
Looking at the painting with love
"How beautiful", you whisper
And I can't understand why
There's blood on the picture
Why aren't you screaming, why can't you cry?
I know you're in pain, I am too
The bullet in my chest will be my death
I wonder why I can't see what you do
You're trying to talk even as you lose your breath
"A beautiful angel with perfect wings"
Your voice is so weak, but your love so strong
I can't understand why you say these things
I didn't paint wings, ou must be wrong

But now I see what you're talking about
A large splash of clor, not paint, but blood
I try to answer, as people begin to shout
Help is here, rushing in like a flood
But it's too late for my angel, with wings of crimson
She's losing the battle to stay alive
And I curse her murderer, I hate him, I hate him
My beautiful angel just won't survive
So I let her believe in her wings
They will help her fly to a place without pain
Away from the torment the world brings
But I know I'll see my angel again