Can u hear her calling?

Ok ive spent like maybe the total of a half hour doing this poem and thats inbetween talking to matty and rhyan on msn. So i hope its ok. I was trying to find an image to go with it but i couldnt find it in time. So ...yeah.
Untill next time,
Shaddowdove

Listen to each drop of rain falling
like the earth-bound angel calling
out for hope in her despair
She's lying all alone out there

“Help me, hold me warm and tight
Shelter me in this darkest night”
All alone she waits with her dirty curls,
Weeping tears of liquid pearls.

Thunder crackled overhead,
A muddy road to call her bed.
The coldness grips her as she curls up tight
She lies there giving up her fight.

Feathery wings of a silvery blue
bloody and broken, now a red tinged hue.
Calling, calling out into the sky
about broken wings that no longer fly.

Cast out from heaven for all of time
for a stupid senseless crime
Lying abandoned on the dusty floor,
Her God wont hear her anymore.