Lord, Give me wings so I can fly away from here. Come chase away all my fears; Kiss away my salty tears... Mama's fallen angel has perfect wings. At night I sit in her ear and sing. I hold her hand and sing my songs; I dry her tears, for me she longs. I lead her away from the darkness, I was never angry, just a little jealous. Someday you can pray my prayer and he'll give you wings so you can fly away from here. And I'll carry you under my wing up to where our angels sing. Where mama's fallen angel got perfect wings... charley
Reason for writing:
I wrote this about 5 minutes ago. why? because I sort of suddenly felt
this unbelievable urge to write about God. just something about Him. not sure why,
because I am atheist, so this creeps me out. basically, I am really depressed right now, and
my mom believes in God, and I was thinking that I wanted to die. that's how the poem starts, then I was
thinking that if I die, she's be heartbroken, but I'd watch over her, be her angel. Mama's fallen angel
got perfect wings. that means, basically, that I may have fallen by comiting suicide, but when I got there, he
forgave me, and finally, I had something perfect. my wings were perfect, and I had nothing to be sad about anymore.
don't worry though, I am not SERIOUSLY considering suicide, I was just thinking what it would be like if i weren't here
anymore. well, if you liked it, drop me a line..
c
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