The tears of a broken angel
Worth more than rubies
Glimmers in the dark and tells a story of pain.
She sits by the window and sings her song of grief
Wondering "oh, when will it ever end?"
She cries through the night and pleads for comfort,
Her voice, broken by grief sings barely audible to the wind.
The tears of a broken angel
So innocent and pure
Glimmers in the moonlight and tells a story of hurt
Oh, how the tears so heavily fall from a face as clear as the moon.
She weeps and wonders if the pain will ever end
Singing her song that enchants the birds.
The tears of a broken angel
Oh how undeserved and pure
Wails in the night like a bird caught in a trap
She waits and allows the wind
Ease the grief in her heart.
Oh if anyone will hear her in the never-ending storm
And as the moon begins to clear out of the sky
So does her tears gleam with fire.
Worth more than rubies
Glimmers in the dark and tells a story of pain.
She sits by the window and sings her song of grief
Wondering "oh, when will it ever end?"
She cries through the night and pleads for comfort,
Her voice, broken by grief sings barely audible to the wind.
The tears of a broken angel
So innocent and pure
Glimmers in the moonlight and tells a story of hurt
Oh, how the tears so heavily fall from a face as clear as the moon.
She weeps and wonders if the pain will ever end
Singing her song that enchants the birds.
The tears of a broken angel
Oh how undeserved and pure
Wails in the night like a bird caught in a trap
She waits and allows the wind
Ease the grief in her heart.
Oh if anyone will hear her in the never-ending storm
And as the moon begins to clear out of the sky
So does her tears gleam with fire.
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