An Ángel fall from grace.
As she hit the ground, God looked upon her and cried for a thousand years.
It's delicate, sweet and pure. In her back the wings of salvation in wich every men desires. She smiles and cries, run and dances on every moonligth, let her love everything on earth. She, the one I fall upon like all the angels before her.
Day of reckoning, Day of anger.
I will pray to you till my judgment is done.
Please! Take me to her! I want to lay down her wings and Inmaculate heart.
In the end, she and only her.. Was meant for me.