What I do when I'm down. Is get back up, and walk away. Wings are around me. The wings of my angel. So pure, and white. That of my protector, my saver, and my father God all mighty. What do I see in the distance. Is it a shadow of mine, or the people's sins? It comes to me, the wings of my Angel covers me to protect me. He holds me tight to keep me from it. Now I see it. I know why it is here. I know why it is a shadow, because the Angel is my light
