Children pray to their guardian angels,
When their lives became too chaotic.
They look to the stars,
Hoping to be protected by wings.
Up above, the angels would listen?
As if their prayers were music.

Their pain is soothed by music.
Soon children forget about the angels,
But the guardians only have time to listen,
Growing old as they grow chaotic.
The angels eventually lose their wings,
Falling fast just like stars.

Humans look to see no stars;
All is silenced but the music.
Many feathers fall from broken wings,
Earth welcomes the fallen guardian angels.
The angels’ minds become chaotic,
Prayers aren’t heard when they listen.

No angels above, who will listen?
The sky darkens with no stars,
The world above is now chaotic.
Sorrow filled is now the tune of music,
Looking above to no more angels.
Angels become human without their wings.

Children no longer protected with wings,
God is forced only to listen.
They are no longer guardian angels;
They are no longer bright stars.
The children found help within music;
The new change is very chaotic.

Earth’s ordeal has become chaotic,
The angels cannot protect without wings.
Chaos has become Earth’s music,
Empty heaven now forced to listen,
The sky is empty without it’s stars? Earth bound, now are the angels.

The Earth chaotic, just silently listen.
No more wings, no more stars.
The music is heard by the fallen angels.