I have clung to your wings for as long as memory allows,
Whispered secret words of joy and sorrow
into their downy softness,
knowing without doubt they were safe
in heaven’s celestial vault.
My angels, my guardians of light.
The time has come, though,
to set your Angels free,
to unleash their power
upon a world gone dark and cold.
To share joy where spirits have faltered
and resolve where it has been crushed
‘neath heavy boots of ignorance.
A winged army of good to shine light
into the darkest corners of our hearts.
I set you free, set myself free,
a prayer of peace on my lips.
Daylight breaks and hope floods the
cracked, dry earth,
leaving cries of Hallelujah in its wake.