Obsidian Nexus

Yeah…

They hear fallen angel,

think Michael, think Gabriel… Nah,

not them. I'm talking about a different kind of angel.

One with a

broken

halo

and

a story heaven never told.

Let me explain…

I'm a fallen angel,

no, not Michael or Gabriel,

I fell from a place that you couldn't even dare to know.

Halo cracked in half,

got these wings full of scars,

Still got a little heaven underneath these battle scars.

I'm a different kind of angel,

got a soul they can't define,

Been through hell so many times,

brought the darkness back to rhyme.

If the heavens closed the gates,

I'll make my own way through,

I'm a

fallen angel, but my story ain't through.

I came down from the clouds with a storm in my chest,

Had a heart full of gold,

now it's put to the test.

Got a million untold stories written under my skin,

Lost my way in the dark,

still I'm fighting within.

No, I'm not Michael,

I ain't Gabriel the same,

I'm the angel with a past that they don't mention by name.

Got a halo full of cracks,

got some dust on my wings,

Still I write like the heavens put a gift in my ink.

I done walked through the fire,

felt the cold of the rain,

Had to turn every loss into a verse through the pain.

They see darkness in my eyes,

never ask what I've seen,

Never know what it costs just to chase down a dream.

Maybe heaven had a plan that I couldn't perceive,

Maybe grace is something more than the things I believe.

I'm not perfect, I'm a soul trying to find my way back,

A fallen angel with a pen and a heart full of facts.

I'm a fallen angel,

no, not Michael or Gabriel,

I fell from a place that you couldn't even dare to know.

Halo cracked in half,

got these wings full of scars,

Still got a little heaven underneath these battle scars.

I'm a different kind of angel,

got a soul they can't define,

Been through hell so many times,

brought the darkness back to rhyme.

If the heavens closed the gates,

I'll make my own way through,

I'm a

fallen angel, but my story ain't through.

Who am I? I'm the name they forgot in the scroll,

I'm the one with a thousand different wars in my soul.

Not a saint, not a demon,

I'm a man in between,

Trying to wake from the nightmare,

trying to follow a dream.

I got dirt on my shoes from the roads I have traveled,

Got a mind full of questions,

got a past unravelled.

Every time that I stumbled,

found a reason to write,

Turned the words in my darkness to a spark in the night.

They can judge my descent,

they don't know what I faced,

How I searched for redemption when I felt out of place.

I ain't asking for a crown,

I ain't begging for wings,

I just want to find the truth underneath everything.

Maybe falling ain't the end,

maybe rising's the test,

Maybe angels get tired,

maybe souls need a rest.

So I'll stand with my flaws,

let the whole world see,

I might be a fallen angel,

but I'm still

becoming me.

Ohhh… where did I go wrong?

Been fighting with the dark for so long…

If there's still a light somewhere above,

Let it find this fallen angel who's still learning how to love.

Not Michael… Not Gabriel… Just a different angel with a different kind

of fall.

Maybe I lost my way.

Maybe I'm still finding it.

But don't confuse my fall with my ending… I'm not finished yet.