Soft feathers
Piercing white
Blinding me into a state of
Comfort and Safety.
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Do they come from you?
My angel sent from above,
Have you come to save me?
Have you come to show me
Life is more than a teardrop
Slipping away from the pain inside?
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Or do these feathers,
Rooted strong in their owners wings,
Ready to soar through the crisp air,
Slice through the perfectly crafted clouds,
Come from me?
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Am I my own angel?
Am I my own saving grace?
Have people been lying all this time?
Telling others to hold out for that one person
That one being that can change your whole life.
Have I been mistaken that the person I've been waiting all this time for
Has been inside me all along?
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Golden sunlight seeps through the blinding white clouds
As I soar above all those who have changed me
Those who have created my wounds
And spread my angel wings wide
And fly right up to Heaven.
