Falling stars grace the earth

A little angel broken and wings torn 

She looks and frowns but moves on

Head held high as she crosses the earth 

Now sun shines bright no cloud in the sky

The little angel easily hides the brokenness and torn wings

She smiles a fake smile no one able to see the lie

Through it all she has no marks none a human can see

In the end she knows that she has lived a full life broken or fixed

Her wings show torn and crooked but bright and mixed colored

Finally a real full smile shows as she looks to the sun

This is who I really am