Angels Wings

Though the night through the pain.
I fly upon these angel wings.
He guides me through the pain of life.
He guides me through the dark of night.
When it becomes to way to much.
He lifts me into the sky above.
So I hold on tight and close my eyes.
As I feel his wings melt from underneath my hands.
This is where I take my stand.
I spread my wings for the first time
Now I am learning how to fly.
Never thought that this could be
The angel that is flying happens to be me.

by Jennifer Kilby

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