You have loved yourself and no one else
And you see what it's doing to others
When all they want is to offer you help
A younger you felt your mother
Use her fingers over shoulder blades to trace
The spot where she figured angels insert wings
But now, grey and rough is in their place
Broken skin, pale face, the blood it brings

To see them on the streets and they look coldly
Upon you as you're beaten and grow older
And you wonder sometimes have you fallen from grace
Oh, the feeling it gives you at times
To think that you've come from a greater place
Perhaps it was such a great escape
What if you passed, fell through Heaven's lace
What's it like, dear, to be an angel incarnate