Ngày Em Đi

Xa Người Mình Yêu

Đôi Mắt Người Xưa

Căn Nhà Màu Tím

Đèn Khuya

Xin Thời Gian Qua Mau

Mấy Dặm Sơn Khê

Chiều Mưa Biên Giới

Gõ Cửa Trái Tim

No More. Anna

Jusqu’aux étoiles

The Broken Angel is a dark hymn about compassion lost and redemption too late. It tells of a fallen messenger who walks unseen among humankind, seeking mercy in a world grown deaf. The song reflects on indifference and grace — how salvation often arrives in those we fail to see. Each verse echoes a simple truth: when hearts close, angels die of thirst.

The Broken Angel

He came from storms the heavens feared,
His wings were torn, his eyes were seared.
The dust of stars was in his hair,
The fire of truth still burning there.

He walked through towns both proud and small,
And no one saw his fall at all.
They turned their heads, they closed their gates,
And left him to the hands of fate.

In every street, in every place,
He searched for one forgiving face.
He asked for water, none replied,
The broken angel walked and cried.

He passed the rich, he passed the poor,
He knocked but none would hear his door.
The bells of faith had long since died,
And mercy drained where hearts had dried.

The children stared, the old ones prayed,
For someone else to give him aid.
The rain held back, the sky grew wide,
The earth was deaf, the wells were dry.

In every heart he found a wall,
No voice to answer when he’d call.
He asked for water, none replied,
The broken angel walked and cried.

And those who saw him could not see,
They looked and found their own misery.
The battle won, the victors wept,
For all the promises they kept.
And when he fell beside the road,
The world grew still, the wind just slowed.

Now every prayer begins the same,
They whisper softly, call his name.
He asked for water, none replied,
The broken angel drank and died.

The storm returned, the heavens wept,
The earth received the tears he kept.
And every drop the sky has cried,
Still falls for those who turned aside.

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