I Tore Off My Wings
And gave them to you!
Now you are the angel, and I am the “fallen one'.
You fly throughout the heaven’s glorified galaxies.
shining brighter than the radiance's of the sun.
Bestowing grace and purity in the hearts of the “fallen'.
You are the wonders of wonders.
The galaxies of galaxies.
You are a treasure of treasures.
You are far more precious than I,
for I tore my wings off so you could fly.
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