Her wings have turned to black, like the metalic shackles that holde down her hopes and dreams. She is an angel with no halo. She is bound by the torment and hate that has left her heart cold and black. She will rise from the ashes...reborn She will sit on the left hand side of the lord and dine with the saints. Her tattered dresses and broken wings will once more be prestine. Her heart will find peace, and her soul will find heaven.