Free-falling

Free-falling

There's an Angel sent from Heaven,
free-falling from the sky.
He's come here with the answer,
the one for, who am I?

For still the riddle taunts me
and keeps me from the truth.
All things questioned daily,
in procession from my youth.

I've known the answer all along
but still I questioned, why?
The secret's in transition
to know it you have to die.

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