She fell from the sky. The smallest angel. She thought she had wings but she was wrong. Falling she felt weightless, no cares in the world. But it wasn't until she hit the ground that she knew she was in pain. Because the heaven that she knew was gone. Crashing and burning along with her dreams. Her once bright home drowning in darkness. Laughter no longer filled the halls but screams and cries took their place. And she doesn't know how to handle it. She's lost. Crying every night, hoping it will get better but it doesn't. So every morning she asks the same question "How can I build my heaven back to what it used to be"? But no one answeres because no one listens.