The angel looks at her wings

they are sooty now.

Tainted with soft black.

She cries,

a crystal tear sliding down her cheek.

Trying to heal his wounds,

only hurt her more.

She rises up,

her wings unfolded like they always are

and shows him her pure soul

her honest nature.

She is simply a child

of Mother Nature.

No tricks,

no pain.

She simply wants answers.

No more games.

"Do you love me?"

She whispers in his ear.

Wanting to know exactly how he feels.

What does he think about her?

Her faults and short comings,

the good and bad,

the sad.

She wants to hear the truth.

Don't turn away now.

She rises up again,

fighting to understand.

"If you love me,"

she says,

"Then why do you do nothing?

Say nothing?"

Don't give her an excuse,

don't blame it on shyness.

If you loved her like you say,

you'd fight a little more for the love to make it stay.

Don't fall into pity,

stop blaming others for your mistake.

Stand up,

be a man,

change your sinful ways.

She can't change you,

that beautiful angel who cries.

It is your choice to make.

She leaps into the sky,

and flies away.

If you don't learn to fly,

you'll be left behind.