Fallen

I have no idea what's going on
And I'm sick of waiting for it to dawn
Something's wrong- we knew that from the start
But something changed, and it's ripping you apart

Everything- censored- yet put on public display
But I don't understand what you're trying to say
So what do you want me to do?
Ignore it, get help, pretend I never had a clue?

What's wrong, love?
Raven finally caught the dove?
Three-fourths there, but lost at last
Before you crossed that final vast

The pressure's mounting, building to unbelievable heights
But how can you, of all people, fall on these last flights?
Sweet, sinful angel- you were our guiding star
How can we continue as you watch from afar?

But even with clipped, mangled wings
And a broken voice that no longer sings
You are beautiful
And we hear you more than ever before

So who am I to not let this be known?
We only want to help our own
How can I watch you sink into the abyss?
You are meant for more than this

-- "Fallen"
Essa, 2007