I am an angel,
So soft yet stong,
Ready to meet my Savior,
For so very long.  

I am an angel,
Ready to go home,  
Wanting to get off this world,
Away from the pain that still grows.

I am an angel so kind and sweet,
When I meet my Savior,
Right at his feet,
I will bow on my knees.

I am an angel,
So very true,
The marks I bare,
Tells my pain all too well.

All angels mark,
Because they want to go home,
Away from the earth,
Away from pain,  and hurt.

There are many angels,
Alot on the earth,
With the same marks,
The same pain, the same hurt.

We all are ready,
To go back to home,
So we get rid of the pain,
Heartbreak, and sorrow.

When you see a marked wrist,
Or hear the word,
Don't laugh at us,
Don't mock or curse.

We have enough pain,
As you can already tell,
Just let us be,
Let us be free..