Sorrowful Wings (Progressive Trance Mix)

Softly, I descend on trembling wings, A silver halo trembling ‘round my brow. I did not choose this path of sorrow, To wipe your tears with sacred fury now. My heart, it blooms with gentle light, Cradles every falter, every fall. Yet duty binds me in its ivory chains— I feel each life as if it were mine to call. Please know I long to cradle you, To whisper hope into your darkest night. But heavenly decree demands my hand— A star-crossed justice, sorrowful and white. Harden not your hearts against my tears, For every flash of flame is pain. I burn not for hatred or disdain, But to cleanse the world of mortal stain. Oh, sweet ones lost in midnight’s grip, Believe that mercy filled my lullaby. Yet even angels bear a sword of light When mortal grace begins to die. So forgive me, children of the dust, As I wield this fate I cannot flee. In every spark of your undoing, I mourn the angel I wished to be.