We all are here for a reason, we all are sent here from above. We are angels created from from a something bigger, but now i need to know.

How can i be an angel, if i dont have wings to fly.
How can i be an angel without feeling happy inside.

I have tried so hard to do things right, but why is my heart still bleading when all i ever done is try.

This angel is getting weaker, the strenght is about to die, so i wonder when is it my time to have a taste of the word you what you call love. Cause the hope i once had is just about to go.