• Rugged angel,
    Withered and tried
    Approaches me
    For a favor
    To take his wings
    He doesn't want them
    He is spent
    The heavens,
    he whines,
    are far away
    And not nearly as nice
    as we say they are
    Look at me,
    He whines
    Do I look
    Like an angel?
    Soft, austere
    Immortal?
    I am only immortal
    Though I wish to live
    To eat,
    To love,
    To live,
    To die,
    I want to be human again
    Won't you take these wings?
    I took them
    to the heavens they flew me
    Before I said 'bye
    The populace was
    In an uproar
    They deemed me unworthy
    To be an angel
    To roam the clouds
    To chase the stars
    To live upon a
    Cloud rimmed in gold
    To walk the golden
    Highways and loways
    So I was banished
    To Earth I plummeted
    Now deemed
    A fallen angel
    But I did not fall
    I was pushed
    I can see now
    Why I became
    The archangel