Ever wonder how it would be to live in the sky
In the heavens in the place so high
I did until that one day
When i met the one who was sent away
Who feel from the skies, for some kind of crime
I dare not ask what, for it is for him to say, and maybe he will in time

Instead I ask what it was like to fall
He told me of the tragedy and sorrow and how when you try to fly back it is like a wall
Keeps you in the world parted
From the place in whch you started
I would have liked to live so high,
But now i fear falling from the sky

Crybaby, the Fallen Angel, from high above
In the place ruled by the one, represented as the white dove
The 'Lord Almighty' as some do say
To him do some humans pray
But to Crybaby, the one who fell
Whether or not he hates this one, only time will tell

The reason is as yet unknown to me
As to why he came to be
On this earth, away from his home,
And why he was left forever to roam
Though forever may be a lie
Is it possible for the fallen to die

Do they recieve forgiveness, or are they punished more
Kicked out, thrown out the door
Once again, back to the world that they just left
I used to dream of Flying High
Now all I can think of is Falling From the Sky.