When I was younger, I truly believed
That angels walked on the clouds.
Which is why, when I strolled down the streets,
I would never see angels around.
My first frightful time going overseas,
My hands clenched in my lap on the plane.
I was searching for those angels to soothe me,
But instead there was just overcast rain.
That's when I knew that I was alone,
A minuscule body in the ocean of fear.
There was nobody, no saint above my head,
And what was below me was cruelly unclear.
Not knowing why, I searched the sky,
Hoping that an angel would caress me.
But every time I glared in the sun,
The scorching light would possess thee.
I crouched in the alleyway and I cried,
Soot black mascara bleeding down my cheek.
Never have I been so defeated,
Never have I been so weak.
On this dark gloomy night I realized...
The people on the street were ablaze.
Not on fire, not demonic, not putrid.
They seemed to be kissed by sun rays.
I blinked once, twice and then thrice,
I climbed on a steep hill and I saw...
Every person had a halo on their head,
And a heart, blood-red, fruity, raw.
All these masses of strangers and people I loved,
I smirked to myself and stood strong.
How silly of me that I couldn't see,
The angels were around me all along.
That angels walked on the clouds.
Which is why, when I strolled down the streets,
I would never see angels around.
My first frightful time going overseas,
My hands clenched in my lap on the plane.
I was searching for those angels to soothe me,
But instead there was just overcast rain.
That's when I knew that I was alone,
A minuscule body in the ocean of fear.
There was nobody, no saint above my head,
And what was below me was cruelly unclear.
Not knowing why, I searched the sky,
Hoping that an angel would caress me.
But every time I glared in the sun,
The scorching light would possess thee.
I crouched in the alleyway and I cried,
Soot black mascara bleeding down my cheek.
Never have I been so defeated,
Never have I been so weak.
On this dark gloomy night I realized...
The people on the street were ablaze.
Not on fire, not demonic, not putrid.
They seemed to be kissed by sun rays.
I blinked once, twice and then thrice,
I climbed on a steep hill and I saw...
Every person had a halo on their head,
And a heart, blood-red, fruity, raw.
All these masses of strangers and people I loved,
I smirked to myself and stood strong.
How silly of me that I couldn't see,
The angels were around me all along.
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