Wild Angel
A wild angel
can capture a star
or rope the moon
She can fly beyond time
and be back at home
before noon
She can drift
upon any cloud
Dance inside a storm
She is what women are made of
When love goes wrong
She can turn up the heat
or take you between
the depths of cold
And until she heals
her wings
will not fold
She can whisper
what you need
or soar away
For she is the feather
of freedom
That alters men and play
Don't be too harsh
to judge her
For she was once
simple and true
But time altered her life
From the mold of men like you
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