Angels

Its too cold outside for angels to fly, an angel will die,  
The sky makes their wings heavy with sleet,  
The elite try to make it back to Heaven,  
Yet all eleven plummet to the cold.  
 
Taking their last breaths,  
Their lives flash,  
Stopped by the sudden crash,  
Someone has to pick up the shards,  
Of my fallen angel.  
 
Wheeping from the heavens,  
This is the defeat i cannot handle,  
I'm no elite like her,  
Am I obsolete?  
incomplete, I take flight,  
Someone has to brave the white,  
Like a meteorite through the storm,  
Timeworn, not retuning until all pieces in hand,  
The dooming fear of time running out,  
Ouch, I vowed not to pout,  
With snowplowed wings, The promise is made once again,  
"Ill get us both through this"  
 
The words that give strength and hope  
Death inches closer,  
With all shards in possession,  
This is my profession,  
Succession pushing forward,  
Deaths obsession to halt the broken hearts,  
Hes cheated once more.  
 
All shattered pieces gathered,  
He chattered up remedies,  
But felonies limited his treatment,  
timid, he hopes it was enough,  
To save his fallen angel.