Angel
If I could turn
The rain that precipitates
From your stormy eyes
Into puddles for you to jump in
God knows I would
If I could take
The swords that pierce deeply
Your aching heart
And let you run to the infirmary freely
God knows I would
If I could break
The yoke which buckles you under
And breaks your back
Leaving you bedridden, wondering,
"Will I ever get to go outside and play?"
God knows I would
But God knows, oh He knows
I can't do any of that
Which saddens my heart
To see you like this
Oh, how I hate to see you like this
Your angel wings you fly with
They try to rip, clip, and tear them
Then like a baby bird, keep you in
An imprisoning nest, making you fear
The fall from looking down, but
They'll never realize a bird could only
Be in a nest for so long before they become
A soaring eagle