My angel rests with folded wings
Containing himself in a dark embrace
He is the victim of his own device
An angel thrown from the presence of Grace



Joshua, he is called:
Named for the God he denies
Tears of molten heartache flow
From my angel's crystal eyes



I reach out to give him comfort,
But from me he turns away
He is made to live in solitude,
For that is his price to pay.



How could I love one so cruel?
How could such a romance be?
This angel that I claim as my own,
Will never belong to me.