Before me I see an angel

My iris distorts from her glow

The sight of perfection but lack wings

They disappeared with the man before me

Still, beauty is at it's zenith because of her

And i'm four sins away from hell

Hoping that God can overlook the wrongs I have done

So I can hold her close to my body

The chains of sin brake and I drift toward her

I look into her eyes in see visions of pain erase by an optimistic future

I put my arms around her and slowly they turn into feathers

Letting me know she is complete again so she can fly

and to be lifted once more.