Dark Angel,
I see you so clearly, flying high in the sky, day or night,
with your black feathered wings, spreading into the wind.
I watch as you silently soar, through the open sky.
No clouds, no birds, just open space, nothing to smack you in your face.
Your long black hair, twisting in the wind, as it escapes your hat.
As you take flight, you are silent, no words to say aloud,
just watching and looking down, upon this evil sinning world.
Thinking To yourself, why are we made to be such evil things?
Dark Angel,
you dont see, that im still watching you,
you think nobody notices, that regardless the color of your wings,
you still have that Halo.
Sure its a little tarnished, and the golden paint has been scrapped off,
now its a silver, scratched Halo, but a halo, neverless.
Sure its not upon your head, but instead, on a chain, dangling from your pocket.
But, you still have your Halo, God didnt take it from you.
HE knows that there is still good inside that hurting body of yours,
he still loves his angels, neverless.
Dark Angel, Dark Angel,
I call out to you,
no matter the color of your wings,
no matter what your lies bring,
your still a Angel.
Put back on your Halo,
sure its silver, scratched and tarnished,
but I think, it looks better that way.
Ignore the Angels that tease you,
Ignore, there laughs,
God is the only one that matters,
so put back, your Halo, on your head,
and fly, straight.
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