Angel With the Dirty Wings
She's an angel but flies no more
As it's hard to soar with dirty wings
One thing or another has me wonder
If this angel still can sing
And if she does are they tunes of love
Or sad songs dressed in blue
Would she have flown through this world alone
If she had known what this world could do
As it takes the place of grace over her angels face
Where only the secrets know where she's been
Hoping again to find that inner light to help her fly
This angel with the dirty wings
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