She used to be his angel

Sitting there on the concrete floor crying from the pain
a young girl sits in agony repeating his name in vain
with a broken wing attached, she can no longer fly
her heart is in much despair as she questions herself why
she use to be his angel his strength when he was weak
and now he’s the one she longs for, and the love that her heart seeks
She went out on a journey looking to be by his side
only to realize the truth that their love had died
And now her heart is broken and so is her beautiful wing
she stares down at her finger where there use to be a ring
And the tears build up inside her and suddenly fall down like rain
filling up a puddle to wash out all her pain
She use to be his angel she stood with him all the way
but he released her in the open on that painful day
So she sat there on the concrete, holding a feather in her hand
wishing he would open up and try to understand
That she was his angel the one god sent to be with him
she was the one that carried him through his every sin
she stood by him at his worst and even at his best
carried him through rough times without stopping for a rest