Sit so very quiet as you look into my face.
You say that I'm an angel but I'm falling from your grace.
Touch me, once, just one more time, let me know you're here,
God is letting go my wings; my heart is wrapped in fear.
This kitchen doesn't hold a lot, this table and these chairs,
A few unspoken promises and many silent prayers.
You stare across at what's become, you're pretty little girl.
I'm sorry for the time you've lost, the pain I've caused your world.
For too long now I've lied to you, pretended I was me.
But God has told you of my lies, and you've learned differently.
"I love you still, you just need help." Well, help is out of reach.
I need to learn the things that all your counselors cannot teach.
But touch my face, so silently, and pluck a molting wing.
And kiss my lips, my human lips, it's such a simple thing.
And love me 'til the sun sets, and for fear of me alone,
Lock all the doors, bolt all the windows, turn off the telephone.
And lie beside my mortal body, cling it to your chest.
I'm different from the other ones, I'm better than the rest.
And I will lie here ever, be it ever that I live.
And I'll look to heaven, wish for wings, and take what God will give.
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