Amber Pennington

Why Angels Cry

One night I had a dream. It left a tale to tell. I dreamed I saw an angel; poor thing was not so well. His body bruised & battered. His wings were ripped & torn; I saw that he could barely walk. He was so tired and worn. I walked right up & asked him, Angel how could this be? He turned to me & paused a bit. Then these words he spoke to me. I am you

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