Angel's Bound Wings Every angel has her struggle, Heavy chains that weigh her down. Each link tells of a trouble, Keeping wings tied, and her on the ground. She tries her best to hide them, But under wings that seem so perfect, white Fades and falters the illusion; How does no one see what's in plain sight? One link tells of a love Daily tearing at her heart. Needing to rise above, Yet not willing to let it fall apart. Another shows temptation, Things no one would ever guess. Why should she need redemption? Such an angel could never need to confess. Continuing on, one shows pain. Hidden behind guarded eyes And indifference the angel restrains What would be tormented cries. Connected to this is sadness, The loneliest of them all. Unbidden in it's closeness, It says you're the only one to fall. Look not past the angel face, Though white, pure wings are bound with black. Everyone stays at the surface, Satisfied with what they see looking back. One should not look deeper To see why she does not fly. It suits to be ones own keeper, And simply pass the so called "angel" by. To them who pass she is all good, But in HER heart she knows she's not; And from where she's always stood, Hope glimmers from just one spot. Hanging at the end of the chain, Her key to freedom and to #life, The ONLY thing that can break the bain; The one and only Jesus Christ.