Angel Wings

 They say we can’t be angels,

They say that they clipped our wings,

They say our time is ending,

But that kind of talk doesn’t mean a thing.


They’ll try to crush our spirits,

Try to tell us no,

Strive to tear us apart,

But they have no idea how far we can go.


We’ll soar right through the clouds,

Right through the trees,

Knock at the gates of Heaven,

Make our life what we want it to be.




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