Somtimes I lay
In my bed at night
Engolfed in dark
I pray for light

The stars
They whisper
A harmonic song
Under the rats rasper

The song
They sing
Of a lonly boy
Never to earn his wings

They boy
Finds himself crying
Each day
Wishing he was dieing

His persition
Is yet to miss
As he forfills his final wish
Absent of an angels kiss

Cast forever into pergatory
Some were between Hevan and Hell
To join the dead without wings
Not far from the angels who fell

Sarrowfull Sparrow