Sacrifice

                    Her wings are torn,
                    Angel forlorn,
                    Now she cannot fly.
                    The wind it blows,
                    her lifeblood flows,
                    And she'll lay down and die.

                    Hateful embers of the heart,
                    Are slowly dying away
                    The shadows of the soul
                    Succumb to light of day.

                    She took a risk,
                    She knows this
                    A risk that she had to take.
                    She rolled the dice,
                    and paid the price
                    A sacrifice she makes.

                    And who will know her now,
                    So scarred beyond repair?
                    And who will remember her now,
                    Her beauty beyond compare?

                    On her face,
                    there is a trace
                    Of a gentle smile.
                    For though she dies,
                    Do not cry,
                    Because of her, there'll always be life.

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