I used to know an angel,
Her wings were clipped,
So she wouldn't fly away.
She walked with weights on her shoulders,
You see, angels were never meant to live with humans
The gravity is different here,
Their halos droop,
And dig into their scalps
There are lots of angels on earth,
But not many are whole.
Their taken advantage of,
Their wings cut from their backs,
Their halos ripped off
The spark taken from
Their golden eyes
Most angels,
Go back to heaven,
Too soon.
I used to know an angel,
She always told me
She wanted to go home,
So one day she did.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
I used to know an angel,
Her wings were clipped,
So she wouldn't fly away.
She walked with weights on her shoulders,
You see, angels were never meant to live with humans
The gravity is different here,
Their halos droop,
And dig into their scalps
There are lots of angels on earth,
But not many are whole.
Their taken advantage of,
Their wings cut from their backs,
Their halos ripped off
The spark taken from
Their golden eyes
Most angels,
Go back to heaven,
Too soon.
I used to know an angel,
She always told me
She wanted to go home,
So one day she did.
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