I’ve been spending a lot of time in the closet of memories as of late and I love writing about angels.

The Rage of Love

How could someone abuse an angel on purpose
To try and erase the sunshine from their heart
To suffocate the passion, robbing them of who they are

Wounds become unmendable, scorched into the soul
Reminders of extreme caution letting anyone be close
The rage of love grew cold, forgotten in a memory

The future is full of promised love for angels who see
Breaking the chains of imprisonment, opening eyes
A road of new trust slowly is paved for the angel to use

So openly welcome the angels that have endured the pain
Who sees the joy of life and rises to glory for being brave
The rage of love still lingers, tenderness in a memory

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