Is this rock my last prison on earth, is this solitude my punishment, this rain my future?
This deluge is not only for me: it is for all those lost souls, those dying of a dying love, the ghosts of paradise, paradise lost…
Where are you? In what part of this glorious world are you now? And which one of us now looks after you? Is the sun bright and warm where you are now? Do you still listen to the chorus, each dawn, as you once did, nestled in my arms, eyes closed?
Pointless questions, I know this grief cannot reach you, my wings are clipped, those poor clothes are drenched, I can no longer pretend
To be anything but a fallen angel.