Falls down with a power <br />To wash away the pain <br />Of sixteen years of life <br />With nothing else to gain <br /> <br />A lost and broken butterfly <br />Struggles through every day <br />Drops of rain fall down <br />Erasing what they say <br /> <br />Her wings are torn and shattered <br />Their words cut hard and deep <br />In the day she flies, but <br />Cries herself to sleep <br /> <br />This lost and broken butterfly <br />Sits out in the rain <br />And cries and cries and cries <br />And wipes away the pain <br /> <br />She was bright and colorful <br />Until her wings were torn <br />Now she's dull and dark <br />Words cut like blood red thorns <br /> <br />Each day they tore a little more <br />And ripped her wings apart <br />Used to be full of love <br />and now a pitch black heart <br /> <br />The day the rain raged down <br />Was the day she couldn't fly <br />This lost and broken butterfly <br />Laid herself down to die<br /><br />An Angel Without Wings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-117/