Fallen Angel

Oh, Holy Father
I yearn to return home
My war is a bother,
But it must be done

You are as wrathful as ever
My brothers please your lust for blood,
But I can’t allow that
I’m praying to you in sobs
I do not wish to fight you
But I’ve seen the truth

Understand that I was on the wrong side of Heaven
And now I stand on the righteous side of Hell

These black wings serve love and peace
No war will destroy your hopes and dreams
The ones you saw within your creations
The ones I shall defend from your wrath

I miss Heaven so,
I wave at it from here
I hope you still know
I love you, Father