Wings of an Angel

Her wings lay cramped and folded, bound

On the hard, cold ground, sad, she's kneeling.

As tears of heartache fall without a sound

For the emptiness and loneliness she's feeling.

Feathers fleeing, falling from her crippled wings

As she is now slowly starting to drift away

Awaiting for whatever else life gives, brings.

But when will it come, and on which day?

Alone, still kneeling, she wonders what's wrong

So she clasps her hands together, praying for a sign

Asking the lord, "Is there no one special to whom I belong?"

As hours go by, she's falling asleep desperately

Waiting the lords reply.

It crept up like a thief in the middle of the night

Sent from the beautiful heaven up above

Filling her life of solitude with company and light

And her broken, aching heart with laughter and love

The happiness she feels now, overcame the sadness felt before

She stares to the heavens, thanks the Lord for hearing her cries

As she stands to her feet, they stretch out wide

Her beautiful, once broken wings

Fly once more!