My wings you cannot see
If you could you might think twice
They aren’t very beautiful
They’ll never be snow white.
My hands are not pristine
My nails are all chewed off
But they’ve laid upon the sick and weak
While prayers were whispered soft
I’ll never be that golden crown
I’ll never be a story to tell
Like an angel with dirty wings
Caught between Heaven and Hell.
These eyes have seen things
No one should ever see
Death and Lust, Hate and Fear
Etched in memory
You see I’m very far from perfect
More like wretched if asking me
My debts are more than most I bet
But the truth still sets me free
