The Angel With the Broken Wing
Today I found an angels wing
Just lying on the ground
As I held the feathers in my hand
I couldn't even utter a sound
I wondered if she had fallen
Or maybe been hit by a plane
I had to go ask my mama
I knew my mama could explain
As I ran into the kitchen
I couldn't find her anywhere
She wasn't on the front porch swing
Sometimes I'd find her there
When I stepped into the backyard
I saw mama on the ground
I ran to my neighbors as fast as I could
And told them where mama was found
The neighbors called the ambulance
They said mama had gone to Heaven
Daddy came home as fast as he could
To his sons just six and seven
Daddy tried his best to explain to us
Why sometimes that people die
He said she's in a better place
And that it's okay to cry
Mama took us to church on Sundays
And she was always the first to sing
But I knew Jesus needed my mama that day
To help the angel with the broken wing
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