Chased

chased by fear

 ignored by love

 dropped from the heavens above

 a fallen angel lay dead in the sand

asking man to lend a hand

 no one answered his command

 he lay there bruised and battered

 the day he died he rose again

then was called on by the man

the man was sick about too die 

he sighed askin the angel y

when i needed ur hand u let me die

u have been poisoned by the tears i cried 

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