Angels in hell…

I’m a little child locked in the clock room
And this rope and string fall from the roof 
I see birds and clouds through the pane 
And I can’t help that bleeding bird, sigh  
 
I’m a little child who climbed the stairs
And these stairs look so scary, my Lord
I see heaven from hell through this pain 
And I can’t go back to where it all begin
 
Now, there is a look in my eye and I moan  
For I see no choice given but to bleed out
Hence I bleed until the last drop left within
In vain it goes through the words of hope…