I've lent a hand
In times of need
Shouldering their pain
Shouldering their tears
Bearing the brunt of depression
Second listing my own childish fears
Giving, not grieving
Til I swore my heart had wings
Guardian of those I could shelter with them
An angel in no such terms
But an Angel nonetheless
Seeing the needing through
The all too near reaper
Claiming those we held dear
Sometimes hiding, and others
Keeping him from claiming another
Cuts and blood and quietness
Withered and weathered
I've seen them, felt them
Held them, beat them
Reaching out, trying to give solace
And I've come out ahead
Many claimed, but the two remained
And now I remain
Changed, but the same
Smiling that I've seen those I cherish
Or cherished
Through their trials
I want to be a savior
Though never called one
And I find myself
Completing another cycle
Seemingly no closer
No more learned
Forcing me to wonder
To ask
To ***** for the comforting embrace
Of white wings
Who Saves Me?