How do I heal
From the words I can’t feel?
When I just can’t relate
With what I write or create?
When the moment is fleeting
When my hearts filled with hate?
Because the love that you gave me
I couldn’t reciprocate
The passion, the care
The protection from fears
So I sink to the bottom
Drowning in tears

How do I talk to an angel?
How do I touch feathered wings?
Fallen, from the graces of heaven
To live as mere mortal things

Why does the sun rise over the mountains?
Why does it set to the bottom of the sea?
Far off, in the distant horizon
Come dive into the answers with me

This life is so much more than yesterday
Tomorrow is a promise we can’t keep
Right now we’re inhaling forever
Truth, too strong for the meek

I keep asking myself
Keep wondering how…
How do I talk to an angel?
How do I touch feathered wings?
Fallen from the graces of heaven
To live as mere mortal things

The sun sets, the stars shine, the night falls
As wings are the grass roots of earth
There’s nightlife, and moonbeams, and raindrops
If I could only remember my worth
When the moment finally arises
Do I stand up tall on my feet?
Do I rise to meet the occasion?
Or wallow in my own self defeat ?

So I keep asking myself
I keep wondering how…
How do I walk with the angels?
How do I gain feathered wings?
Risen by the graces of heaven
To become royal queens and great kings