"Angel Wings" by Kirstin Linnenkoper

Countless times I have tried

To impress you with my bravery

But still you don’t seem so kind

To reward me with what I really need

I have fought many battles for an angel young like me

I have saved many prophets from their own obscurity

Many times I perished but merely managed to hold on

And every time I’ve come back again to your throne to proof I’m strong

All angels get their wings

I still pray for mine

Waiting for the day when trumpets sing

And you won’t recline

All angels get their wings

When proven they are pure

Tell me, what can I do to convince you my heart is poison’s cure?

Sleepless nights I have wondered

Maybe it’s that I’m simply too young, but

You know I am even stronger than the others

A lion’s passion and unicorn’s love flow freely in me

But still it’s not enough and wingless I see another dusk go down

I’m drowning in the morning sorrow and want to turn around

But as I try to move I notice I’ve got stuck

Like in a silver spider’s web of death

I admit my pride’s run off

All angels get their wings

I still pray for mine

Waiting for the day when trumpets sing

And you won’t recline

All angels get their wings

When proven they are pure

Tell me, what can I do to convince you my heart is poison’s cure?

Fighting the demons of the dark has always been my pleasure

Never did I whine, or scream or tell you I wanted to go back

To my safe home, my palace in the clouds

Still, you won’t return the pleasure of meeting me half-way

I have fought many battles for an angel young like me

I have saved many prophets from their own obscurity

Many times I perished but merely managed to hold on

And every time I’ve come back again to your throne to proof I’m strong

What more can I do? And I will act now

Who more can I face? I’ll take them on now

What must I bring back? I’ll catch the moon out of the sky

If you can return my pride

All angels get their wings

I still pray for mine

Waiting for the day when trumpets sing

And you won’t recline

All angels get their wings

When proven they are pure

Tell me, what can I do to convince you my heart is poison’s cure?

I know that you know

It won’t be long before I’ll take flight

I know that you hope

I’ll be safe in the midnight light

I know you are proud of me

I see your secret smile

But you can’t let your fear get in the way

Of letting me be free to fly