ANGEL Flying Close to GROUND
ANGEL Flying
Close to GROUND
She died,
Her body on top of that car
Tears from heaven, can’t be dried,
It’s an angel’s death heard from afar
Softly she’s been cuddled,
By the UN automobile
The whole world starts to unravel,
Why those lovely eyes are sealed
Was it because she couldn’t make a good wife,
Was it depression?
That cut through her like a knife,
With suicide as the answer to her question
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