You see an angel with beautiful white wings and a heart that loves one an all. But what I am is a broken angel wings black as coal and blood dripping from my broken heart. My wings are torn my halo burnt out, no longer it's holy white. It's black and dusty. The blood dripping from my wings pools at my feet but do you see this? No you see my halo shining bright you see my wings full and white. Tryin see a loving heart. Not a broken angel.
