My presence here on this earth, is for no one to notice.
I am nothing but a fallen angel, sent to earth.
My broken wings can no longer hold me up,
or take me anywhere, for i am trapped in my own sea of depression
I have nothing, i am nothing.
My candle is just an ember, my time has almost come.
Wishing for someone to help, calling for them.
My wish is finally answered, my broken heart mending itself, slowly.
When i had started to lose hope, my savior had come,
healing my immortal wounds, he has given me a purpose.
A purpose, of which i will not soon forget.