She saw you one last time in the dark
Whispering words of beauty,
Voices of tourchered like Joan of Ark
Seeking for God around you.

She screamed at you as hard as she could
With fire instead of tears:
"You are a fallen angel,
My darling it's you I fear..."

She ran away, she fell and rose,
She tried to disappear,
Away from feeling you so close,
Away from your shadow, from tears.

She heard the voices screaming:"Run!"
The air disappeared.
She said again:"...A fallen angel,
My darling it's you I fear..."