A little angel lost her way,

Deep in the heart of the woods,

She can't find her way home.

Scared of the dangers lurking close,

Her bones ache and her skin turned pale,

Rose cheeks now tear stained,

Bruised and hurt yet numb to pain,

But she can't find her way home.

She has gone too far gone too deep,

And while she years for the light she doesn't see it,

Pulled back into the cold arms of darkness - she fears,

That she will stay till end of time,

Because she can't find her way home.

Misery has engulfed her when she's worst-

And now refuses to let her go,

Her only companion the unforgiving devil,

And she has bound the angel tight.

Her little wings torn and burnt,

Her own shadow taken away,

Her screams and wails are nothing-

But sweet music to the ears in the woods.

Fate has pushed her to her end,

And hope has given up on her,

All because she can't find her way home .

And now even time runs fast not wanting-

To watch her get torn apart and crumble,

He runs so that she would end soon and live,

But till then she waits and curses-

Heaven and earth for she had come to the woods,

That she couldn't find her way home.

T'was because there was no one home,

T'was because there was no home,

T'was because the poisoned vines,

Has already crept up deep into her soul.

 She had already become so cold,

Even before she could taste the warmth.

And now she waits with time by her side,

She waits to end to begin again,

To find a home, to find herself,

To never get lost ever again.