• The angel stands, his wings flared open to the welcome of the sun,
    His silver hair flying he looks to the sun, wondering his purpose in his life
    He has been betrayed, mislead, and lied to,
    His soul was blown like dust to the wind, his spirt shatterd, his heart toyed with,
    His sword mirriors him, a tool of life or death,

    The angel looks to the sun, his wings gently closing, the tears of fear and hate, distrust and anguish rolling down his cheeks,
    He wonders who is his love, his last life, his last soul, the last redemption...
    His family betrayed him, turned him aside because of his love to protect, to be honest and caring, honorble and loving to the weak

    The sun then sets, the moon appearing over the horizon, he looks torwards it, rembering the fears and anguish of his life, the distrust and disloyalty of his friends and family