Wings drooping, getting dirty
Halo falling around her neck
Feels like it tightens with every step
She can no longer fly
Her spirit has been crushed
Open doors awaits an empty church
It has been abandoned for some time
She once called this home
When she was up above
Now, as she sits in the corner
Trying to dry her eyes
She must call it home again
Although this time in vain
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