Poet Janet Dawson

Fallen by my own words

by my own way of life

by my own way of love

Fallen by the way you look at me

by the way he hold me

from the things you told me

Fallen like a angel with no wings

like that saint that never wins

and the sinner who always has a song to sing

Fallen by the mess i have made

by the love i regret i gave

Fallen by the depth of you

and this world

Fallen by the twist of now being a woman

no longer a girl

Wondering i could ever make my great escape

I am fallen and i don't know what to do

Fallen just to fall out of love with you.