Angel Wings
I stood at the edge of the Heaven with my angel wings spread wide
And as I looked down upon Earth I wondered how I died.
I don't remember who I was, who I wanted to be or who I am now,
I only know what my soul, body, and mind will allow.
I close my eyes and take a deep breathe before my descend.
Since I have never flown before, this could be my end.
But the wind lifts the feathers of my wings,
These big, beautiful, majestic things,
And down to safety I am guided.
But Earth is cold compared to the Heaven I resided.
Earth is complicated too, I had forgotten that
Hot, cold, loud, quiet, dog, cat
Were just a few of the billion things I had been missing.
I hadn't realized it, but I had been crying
Because I started to remember my past life.
I now understood why it hurt to look at my left hand, I was a wife.
And at that moment, I collapsed to the ground and hid
Behind my angel wings that cannot rid
The pain and the truth;
I died while saving my little girl, Ruth.
My precious daughter ran in the road
Where no car would of slowed.
My heart beat was fast but my legs were faster
I pushed her out the way and faced a disaster.
The last thing I heard were my daughter's cries,
The last thing I felt were tears from her eyes,
And the last thing I saw was my Ruth's beautiful face,
My husband told her I went to a better place.
The truth is Heaven is like my Hell
Because Earth is where my love could dwell.
I don't feel pain in Paradise, and I also don't feel love
But those are what I miss most of
All because those were the best and worst things to experience
Terrible, but yet full of brilliance.
Being an angel means nothing
When I can't hug my family that meant everything.
My angel wings are nothing but death to me
Because Earth is where I desire to be and where I should be.
My husband has no wife, my daughter has no mother
My loved ones will never have another.
I cry and cry and cry
I don't want my angel wings to fly.
...I don't want my angel wings to fly..
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