An angel with black wings fly day and night
relentlessly searching for happiness and happiness alone.
Hearts direct the way like Jack Sparrow's compass
pointing to what you desire the most.
He has not stepped on land
only on clouds in the skies to rest for a moment.
Then he stands up and fly once again
gliding and rising in the air.

One day he lost the spark of his heart
the image that motivates and inspires him that runs in his mind.
Now realizing his purpose of flight is no more
closes his eyes and dives down to Earth.
He pierces through the clouds
and cuts though the air like hot knife through butter.
Prayers are made
and his soul ready to be taken away.

As he crashed to the ground
a crater was formed on the ground.
Asleep he was
but little did he know he still breathes.
The bones of his wings broke like twigs
and lost his ability off flight.
And his soul was nothing more
than ashes from burned corpse.

After days and nights of slumber
he was awoken by a beautiful young lady.
A lady whose face can ignite a war
and a heart so pure to compliment it.
The lady reformed his heart anew
with the very same ashes that was almost blown away.
Sadly she did not know how great her deed was
the Angel's heart flew with her.

The Angel has finally found what he ventured for
a lady with purity inside and out.
He realized he no longer need to travel any further
and so he ripped his own wings off.
He'd rather walk on the ground she steps on
than fly into the skies where nothing exists.
Love has no cause nor reason
only sparks that ignite a new beginning