| Somewhere behind the clouds, |
| the Sun still shines for you, |
| (I can see it) |
| But here on Earth, |
| Fallen Angels walk on hands and knees, |
| without the light of day. |
| We stumble through darkness, |
| and scrape across stones, |
| in attempts to find the way home- |
| back to greater glory. |
| But the supreme irony, |
| is that I- an angel among angels, |
| have fallen so far, |
| that I'm no longer good enough- |
| for you or anyone else. |