Her Question Testo

Someone left and angel in the snow
all alone
and in the night it froze
wondering what it was made of
and who to take care of
in the image of god
but with wings that
stayed on the ground
brittle and cracked
the the ice they were bound
she wondered where she was going
the cold kept on flowing
she's sitting there
waiting and praying
for the sound of a sound
that won't ever come.
in the image of god
but with wings that
stay on the ground
brittle and cracked to the ice they were bound
i feel i've been patient
i've thought till it hurt
i don't wanna believe
every angel that's made is a shell
that collapses with age
and nothing remains
so we grieve for the passing
of one more perfection
one less refelection
in the image of god
but with wings that
stayed on the ground
brittle and cracked
to the ice they were bound
how she wanted to fly
but she feared for the end
she feared for her life
fragile as it is
no greater sight
in sight
in sight