Clipped wings,
Not free, apparently a broken thing,
Strung up, every move controlled with a puppet string,
Dear Angel, who's oblivious to greed,
Innocence- the purest than anything they've seen,
Smile tugged, contorted to their demand,
No place safe to fall, it all seemed too futile,
Loneliness- an unsettling darkness,
The pain they instilled, she now possess,
Dear Angel, who's been beset by scars,
Don't fret, this world was callous to suffering hearts.