Black Winged Angel

An angel with torn wings of black,
Perfection and a smile she lacks.
She thinks, why smile when no one will see,
All the caged anger that lies within me?
With worn wings she tries to fly yet only falls,
Away from sanity she crawls.
No longer God\'s creation,
In this beautiful nation.
Would she ever find anyone\'s arms to run into?
Will the sky ever again turn blue?
Will the grass ever again be green?
Will life getting any better than it seems?
Will the sun shine again in this black world?
What will happen to this little girl?