Title: Tale of an Angel
(Verse 1)
She once wore crowns of emerald leaves,
Wove rivers through her silver hair,
Her laughter bloomed in forests deep,
And wildflowers grew everywhere.
She danced upon the mountain peaks,
Painted sunsets red and gold,
Whispered secrets to the seas,
Stories ancient, stories old.
(Pre-Chorus)
But now her voice is barely sound,
A trembling wind across the land—
She’s reaching out through smoke-filled skies,
But no one seems to understand.
(Chorus)
This is the tale of an angel,
Falling with broken wings,
Crying in oceans of plastic,
Choking on the air we bring.
Her tears are rivers we poisoned,
Her heart is forests we burned,
She gave us heaven to live in—
And this is what she’s earned.
(Verse 2)
They carved her skin for hidden gold,
Dug their hunger in her bones,
Turned her green into gray despair,
Built their kingdoms out of stone.
Her lungs once breathed in morning mist,
Now they cough in clouds of smoke,
Every tree that kissed the sky
Falls with one more heavy stroke.
(Pre-Chorus)
She calls through melting glaciers,
Through deserts spreading wide,
Through silent fields where birds once sang—
There’s nowhere left to hide.
(Chorus)
This is the tale of an angel,
Fading beneath our machines,
Drowning in careless promises,
Torn at the fragile seams.
Her tears are rising oceans,
Her cries are storms that roar,
She’s begging us to listen—
She can’t endure much more.
(Bridge)
She never asked for anything,
Just kindness in return,
A gentle hand, a grateful heart,
A lesson we could learn.
Beneath the ash and concrete scars,
Her pulse is faint but true—
She’s still the angel of this world,
Still believing in you.
(Final Chorus – Soft)
This is the tale of an angel,
Bruised but not yet gone,
Waiting for her children
To remember where they belong.
If we hold her like a treasure,
If we heal what we destroy,
Perhaps her tears will turn to rain—
And her sorrow back to joy.
(Outro)
She stands beneath a weary sky,
Not angry—just in pain.
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