You’re an angel

--but you have no voice


You’re screaming inside



But you can’t be heard




Because they refuse to listen
You’re an angel

--but you do not pray


Your faith shattered by broken promises



You swiftly turned your back on false hope




Turning down a path of no return
You’re an angel

--but you are not pure


That night you gave into passion at sixteen



Thinking it would thaw your icy black heart




Now you struggle keeping your newborn fed an clothed
You’re an angel

--but you have no halo


Six-by-eight is the only home you’ve known



There is blood on your hands…




That no amount of cleaning will ever erase

You want to be an angel

You want to soar—to follow your dreams into the stars


But the stars were too bright…



You were blinded.




You were burned.
We’re all angels…

But with broken wings.