Some Angels

Some angels need to die,
Some angels live a lie.
Some angels need to fly,
And nearly all have never cried.
They fall from grace and hit the floor,
Just as Heaven closes its door.
With their fall comes a storm,
One in its most frightening form.
Angels wings, white as white,
Are now as tinted as the night.
Some refuse to ignore the light,
While some see only dark in their sights.
Some angel s need to die,
Some angels live a lie.
Some angels need to fly,
And nearly all have ever cried.