When once a mortal walked the day,
A heavenly angel passed his way,
He took one look at her and began to cry,
She came down to tell him it would be alright.

Then she kissed him and flew away,
He sat there, waiting for her everyday,
But never would she come,
He'd stay there wondering how he'd been so dumb.

Then one day she returned again,
But his heart could never mend,
She cried and pleaded, what had she done?
He told her that she'd been the one,
But she had just left him out to dry.

She could never undestand the things that he had said,
As she stood over him and he lay dead,
She picked him up and opened his head,
And took a look inside.

She saw the hopes and dreams he had,
All the good ones and the bad,
The memories that would never be,
She saw everything that he had seen.

She saw the pain that she had wrought,
The reason why his heart had stopped,
Looked upon his fallen form,
And kissed his pale lips.

He awoke and thus he smiled to her,
He told her he was wrong,
That he should not have shielded his feelings,
He sang to her his final song.

And with his anger overthrown,
He kissed her and turned to stone,
His flesh to bone,
She watched as he finally died.