Fallin' from grace

Once a figment, then an angel in the graceful clouds,

Some how brought down to earth,

Still having the impulse to soar with the spirits,

But restrained back where I started,

My wings miss the gentle touch of the wind

My toes miss the delicate grains of sand,

His hands, He hands miss me,

As I them, I ache for the one touch,

That only you can give,

Once again, confined to the four wall,

I knew so well,

The four wall of your soul,

With the dream of rekindled love,

Renewed once more,

With the dream of you joining me,

Soaring once more,

With the dream of I love you,

Heard once more,

Who holds the key,

I must know, Or my dreams, will stay dreams,

Still contained, My wings glued to my side,

My delightful songs can be heard,

With carry of the wind,

To meet up with the one that holds my key,

It's you, the touch I long for, but the loving touch,

Will never meet my angelic skin,

Limited to the four walls of your soul,

Enclosed with was once love,

Controlled with your heart,

Still here, With dreams of meeting the holder,

With revived love,