You guys are angels, you know?

You broke your wings when the devil let you fall from heaven.

You tried to fly, but no one was there.

And suddenly, you were tired of fighting.

So since that day, you walk around town with broken wings.

The wings carry your pain, and the battle, you can see the scars of it.

The wings are covered in broken memories, and you walk an emotionless look on your face.

The pain found his way inside of you, and you still want revenge.

Revenge at the one who hurt you.

But you know you can't do that.

You care too much about others.

You always say, "I don't care in how much pain I am, I just want to make sure you don't feel the same."

But that's not fair, my angel.

You deserve just as much love, and healing, as anyone else.

So let's make stairs, with our bare hands, and walk the way to heaven together.

Let's fight of the devil that hurt you.

Let your star shine brighter than ever, so bright it will blind all the blind souls, and make them good again.

'Cause every bad soul was once,

A child that lost someone,

A human who was abused,

Someone who felt sad, but wasn't saved.

Devils are just people, who feel so much pain, and hate, but they deal with it the wrong way.

They want to make others feel the same as them.

But why?

Look closely at the Devils heart, and you will see that, the light stopped shining.

The world has broke them, so they made a hell.

A place, they feel, they belong.

The Devils, were once also Angels, with broken wings.

But they refused to build the stairs.