Angel without wings,
can you fix the broken things?
On my chest they’re resting,
weighing heavy; endurance testing,
help me please to count my blessings,
especially those that I’m forgetting,
it’s only pain that I remember,
heart trapped in the harshest winter,
my happiness has burned to cinders.
Tell me that you’ll be my phoenix,
tell me that you really mean it,
and from these forgotten ashes,
I’ll see in time that sorrow passes,
indifference dies as does the scorn,
to make way for love that is reborn.

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