I used to believe I was an angel

with the strength of a thousand men

I had a special way of bringing smiles

to anyone who was near me

I began to give up on that thought

and lose faith in who I really was

I wanted to be somebody, anybody

even if that somebody was fake

I was tired of feeling like a nobody

unappreciated and disrespected

You came along and picked me up

brushed me off and stood me up

You showed me that my wings

weren't lost, they were still attached

They were only a bit torn and tattered

but fixable with a little faith

You held me firmly in your arms

until I regained my strength and balance

You nurtured not only my wounded wings

but my battered, confused soul

11/9/99