Every Fallen Feather

My angel didn't fall, she landed

In spite of what the guards commanded

And she nourished my eyes

Wearing only her wings

And we stayed up all night

Doing heavenly things

She told me they would come

To find her

There wasn't any way to hide her

But I bolted the doors

Like the fool that I am

And I cried in her arms

"I am only a man"

She replied

"That might be true

But I think much more of you"

So for seven days I walked beside her

And for seven nights I slept inside her

But I woke on the eighth

With a cold on my skin

And the space, and place

Where her face

Should have been

And I knew that they'd come to get her

So I gathered every fallen feather

She warned me of this

But I'll always refuse

When she said I'd move on

Because that's what men do

I replied

"That might be true

But I think much more of you"

And as the years go by

I'll be looking to the heavens

So I went to search the sky one morning

And I saw her on the ground before me

With a tear in her eye

And a bruise on her chin

And a wound on her back

Where her wings should've been

So I knelt down at her side, to touch her

And she told me that the fall had crushed her

In exchange for her sins, I'd be damned for all time

So she gave them her wings, if it meant I'd get mine

So I held her as the sun was rising

And I whispered as her heart was fighting

"I'll pray for the day that those fools follow through

'Cause I'll make them all pay

For what they've done to you"

She replied

"That might be true

But I think much more"