I know she is an angel.
For, you see, I made her wings.
From old tin cans and useless things,
Windshield wipers, twine and string,
We made these wings together,
In spite of everything.
I know angels really fly,
She soars so faithfully.
Up in the air, a moonbeam,
Her wings of opal sparkling.
Then she glances down, touches the ground,
Landing oh so gracefully.
Angels trip and angels cry,
That's why the sky turns gray.
My angel loves so tenderly,
It's painful ****; it's empathy.
Though, she wouldn't change a single day
And here she tells me why:
"Angels live in all of us.
An angel lives in you.
You pulled me from the depths of hell
And set me underneath a spell,
Your rose-colored glasses taught me how
To appreciate the blue.
"The most that you can do for me
Is continue to love me so.
After all you've helped me see,
I'm stronger now, believe in me,
With my guardian angel next to me,
To warm me through the snow
"Together we'll shine like the summer sun,
Even when the cold winds blow."