Everyone has the same vision of angels 

Pure white robes, wings and that unforgettable glow

But one thing that people forget is that angels were once mortal like you and I

Before they had wings and were flying in the sky

They were once flesh and bone

Once they had skills to hone

But when they picked up the phone...

And got a call from god

They knew it was time to go

Cause the time to grow has ended

And to hope that all those they befriended...

Remembered them

From begging to end

But death is a confusing thing

Cause you know that, that person is in a better place but you can’t help yourself but to have tears on your face

And you can see them again when you get that call

The only thing is...

Will you answer?