Fall of the Seraph

Wings fall so far down to save us.
Under the tree there, I cried «Change me.»
Burning one, gold and red, bind what is in the dark.
Rage consumes me, I’m not ready to love.
Up in the night sky, carry me so high
I feel the warmth of your breath
Up in the white sky, carry me so high
I see the light of your face.
But I’m not ready, I’m not ready
I fall so far, I am broken.
In this life, I know that I can transcend this hate and strife,
but rage consumes me, I’m not ready to love
Up in the night sky, carry me so high I feel your breath
Up in the white sky, carry me so high I see your face.
Peace, be still and know that I AM.