She walked through the graveyard cold and dull
Her Black Broken Wings, a broken soul...

I wish I were her
that three-year-ole girl...

Dark red blood pouring from the sky
The laugh of the Dark Angel; the Heavens cry...

The darkness looms
When my heart swoons...

His tears stained the ground
He hit and broke and pound...

The Bench
The light and darkness of this fall...

My Dark Angel ripped & tore
Destroying my soul even more...

Tears gather into my eyes
I watch the time flow slowly by...

I'm sick of these tears
Tired of my fears...

Note: This is the other version, I guess you could...
On that day I saw him lie...

He walked through the cemetery
The clouds low; not on a missionary...

Her life gone, his mind lost
He couldn't breath his heart tossed...