For I must have the answers,

To all your problems,

Your prayers,

Your questions.

 

Must I know such things?

Must I be your keeper,

And your guard?

 

For I am the one,

Who has watched over you.

And I am the one,

Who has kept you safe.

 

Only to come to,

And to realize,

My freedom was within my reach.

 

I wished to grasp it.

Take hold of it with,

My fragile shaking hands.

 

For I am the fallen angel,

Who held you each night,

Who washed away your tears.

And took away your fears.

 

Yet here I am,

My fears,

My tears,

Consuming me whole.

 

Yet here I am,

Holding your hand, 

Through out it all.

 

And yet,

I let them fade away.

I chose to stay.

 

To stay,

By your side.

To stand by you.

 

In return,

Nothing.

My questions,

My problems,

My prayers,

Left unanswered.

 

Hope has faded away.

Skies faded to grey.

Freedom that was,

Is no more,

Within my reach.

I suppose,

It has disappeared.

 

Now I,

Your fallen angel,

Is no more,

Will be no more,

Your keeper,

Nor your guard.

 

For I wish to be free.

But you will not let me.

So now,

You have lost me.

And I now,

Am no longer,

Within your reach.