The Angel without it's Glory
What's my purpose?
Is it love?
Watering you is my job.
I'm your rain
and you're my plant,
exhausting is the way I am.
You're the earth
and I'm your sun,
shining at you cause' I want.
Love is the thing they never pay,
and I'm the fool who gets thrown away.
Coming by,
an angel with wings,
sharing love and everything.
If only the angel wouldn't miss it's glory,
if only it could be loved truly.
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