The angel walked out of the forest
Wings twisted in a wreck
I looked in her direction
Stared at the gash along her neck
Her tears dripped down
To a slate black frown
And I took aside her hair
Snot, blood and woes
Mixed beneath her nose
As she whimpered “it ain’t fair”
I took her arm and led her home
Her broken leg askew
She asked through tears of sand
“what is there to do?”
And I said to she
“well it seems to me
That we can patch you up right here.
So don’t you fret
I will surely bet
That you are better than you fear”
Two years gone she’s moved on
And I still live in the woods
She’s somewhere else drunk and sad
Having done all that she could
But I still watch out
For the next sad lout
To come passing by my door
Lines streak my face
Dust covers my place
As I lie softly on the floor
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