Tell me my friend,
Have you heard of fallen angels?
The ones that walk to the edges of the earth,
And back again?

Tell me my friend,
Have you seen them?
Dressed in gray robes,
Adorned with tattered wings?

Tell me my friend,
Have you heard them sing?
A sorrowful song sung by them,
Carried by the wings of wind?

Tell me my friend,
Have you heard their story?
Told by few,
Lived by many?

Tell me my friend,
Would you listen if they spoke?
Hear their story,
A lifetime of story told by them?

Well let me tell you my friend,
You have heard of fallen angels.
The ones that walk to the edge of the earth,
And back again.

Let me tell you my friend,
You have caught sight of them.
But not dressed in gray robes,
Or adorned with tattered wings.

Let me tell you my friend,
You have heard them sing.
The sorrowful song,
Carried by the wings of wind.

Let me tell you my friend,
You have also heard their story.
Lived by many, told by few,
Silently said to you.

Let me tell you my friend,
You have listened when they speak.
Heard their story,
Said to last a lifetime.

Tell me my friend,
Do you know why you know of fallen angels?
Let me tell you my friend,
Exactly why.

You my friend have walked to the edge and back,
Not dressed in robes and adorned with wings.
You my friend have sung those sorrowful songs,
Heard yourself speak your life's story.

You are a fallen angel,
Inside resides your robes and wings.
You sing your song each night to lull yourself to sleep,
And have told your story a million times to the one who would listen.

So my friend,
My fallen angel.
Tell me a story,
Your story.