With wings darker than black
She is sold as if a sack
Her past is unforgiving
She had never understood loving
She was brought unto the Earth
As if she were nothing but dirt
Pushed and shoved
Like a broken dove
Her heart broke
Her fears awoke
The feathers on her wings
Being pulled of by strings
Tortured and frayed
Being displayed
Hurt by more than seven hundred and seventy seven
Our fallen angel, Sent To Heaven
