Centuries have fallen off her shoulders
Letting the curve of her spine straighten
So once again she can carry her feathers
Ones of pride; ones of heaven
Amidst a starry storm she mercilessly fell
A roar of thunder as lightning struck
Tattered and lost, she was a lie everyone began to tell
One of prophets; one of luck
Through her graceful light there is dark
Even the sun must rest in the horizon
Yet there she was denying every fact
Ones of truth; ones of illusion
Her story is one that is merely tragic
When faith was lost, we never did pray
For every reason to live is in her spell of magic
One of belief; one of Edens day
Bless her for her mistakes and divine tragedy
Let her rise again and live her destiny