One early morning I met an Angel sitting on street Blessing people is her job, her salary is their smile A work harder than it seems, was too heavy for her two wings Stopped to fly May be the reason that angels won't work long
She gave all her love Starving they were Forgot herself loved May be the reason that angels won't work long is this
She tore her small wings away, an Angel was scared to love
“Love me”her heart screamed out, but in words it's hard to say Fallen angel she is now, cut herself up with those wings Started to cry May be the reason that angels won't work long is this
By being covered with Bruises and cuts Made sure of herself It was the only way
Forgetting wings are now gone, tonight she'll once fly again A branch for you to rest, was I able to be