She died while painting an angel in the sky

Funny how the clouds, like the years, float by

It’s hard to say why it’s painted black

Maybe for all the demons coming back

The ones named fear, shame and lack

She died while painting an angel in the sky

Funny how the crowds riot for the lie

That says between us there’s a divide

And that something is missing while our demons are hissing

She died while painting an angel in the sky

It’s hard to say why it’s painted white

Maybe for the truth heading for the light

The one where we remember our birthright