Above the misty mountain lies,
where only noble eagles fly,
An angel with a broken wing,
who's given up on everything.
For while playing on a cloud,
she ran and stumbled on her shroud.
To the ground she began to fall,
and to heaven, she began to call.
But no one heard her muffled cry,
so on earth again, she waited to die.
An angel with a broken wing,
so very lost without her King.
~D
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