An angel's feet don't touch the ground.
Usually it's hard to notice, unless you get right down close to the
ground and look.
But we were out walking, she and I, after rain one day;
I was, honestly, trying to avoid stepping on worms, but it was inevitable
that I smushed a few.
I noticed that she wasn't.
Then I saw that she was stepping right on top of them, but they weren't
harmed -
That's when I knew.
She was an angel not so much fallen as lost,
And me, well, you might say I was a devil not so much saved as...escaped.
You might think that we could never have anything together -
And you'd be right.