Angel
I will spread my wings and fly,
I will soar in the bright open sky,
it's so beautiful and blue,
and its color always stays true.
Being an angel takes work,
no matter how hard the truth may hurt,
but it helps me to be me,
as I'm able to fly freely.
An angel of right,
born in a world to fight,
trying my best in this world,
even if everything goes crazy like a big whirl.
I'll always be an angel..
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