Leaves and Splinters

Falling like an autumn leaf, her heart as grey as

winter... 

Her soul as cold as love itself, her mind as coarse as

splinters...

Her hair falls all around her, in a swirl of flowing

strands,

Against a tear-stained pallid face, that's masked by tragic

hands...

She's falling, falling, falling, and the ground is coming

near...

She's calling, calling, calling, but she feels that no one

hears...

Her long, white dress -- flailing in the rushing

wind...

Her thoughts keep spinning -- as with her, her dreams

descend...

In the darkness of the daylight's sun, an angel falls from

grace...

A tarnished mind, a broken heart, a soul that's been

defaced...

She falls to desolation, but before she falls to

harm --

I will catch her with the wings of hope, held tightly in my

arms.