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DeathThe doctors say its hopeless,Death by silverwingedangel07
Others say the chances are too slim.
An injured soul whose wings are torn and broken,
Unable to fly.
Flames of life start to dim,
A body shows signs of death.
The soul calls from the darkness of itself,
Calling for anyone that may respond.
An angel hears the helpless cry,
Shattering the darkness to reveal the light.
The soul is lifted from its helpless state,
Healed so it may fly once again.
Body feels the strength,
The flames are returning.
The soul healed,
The body healing.
All fighting for this innocent life,
One that was almost taken.
The innocents already lost,
Want no more innocent blood taken.
Feel their presence,
Warm and soothing,
Like the sun on a clear spring day.
Theyll always be there through the burden,
Helping you in this struggle.
Allow the voices in your heart to speak,
They are the ones with no voice.
There to give you back what has been taken,
Your white wings.
So again you can soar through the rest of your life,