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 [[Category:The Insyderz]]

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