Her Question - Jared Fiske

Someone left and angel in the snow
all alone
and in the night it froze
wondering what it was made of
and who to take care of

in the image of god 
but with wings that 
stayed on the ground
brittle and cracked 
the the ice they were bound

she wondered where she was going
the cold kept on flowing
she's sitting there
waiting and praying 
for the sound of a sound
that won't ever come.

in the image of god
but with wings that 
stay on the ground
brittle and cracked to the ice they were bound

i feel i've been patient
i've thought till it hurt
i don't wanna believe

every angel that's made is a shell
that collapses with age
and nothing remains
so we grieve for the passing 
of one more perfection
one less refelection

in the image of god
but with wings that 
stayed on the ground
brittle and cracked 
to the ice they were bound

how she wanted to fly 
but she feared for the end
she feared for her life
fragile as it is
no greater sight
in sight
in sight