Can I Be Reformed? (made with Spreaker)

Angel Dust

She was an angel with wooden wings

Rooted in the Wisdom that 

Scarred hearts...are still hearts

Wounded souls...are still souls

Reprobated minds...are still minds

Battered bodies...are still bodies

She was an angel with wooden wings

Grounded in the Power that

Saves, heals, delivers...frees

Without entering a temple...becoming One

Not quoting a passage...being One

The power of One

She was an angel with wooden wings

Who knows no boundaries

Who thinks amid quandaries

Who speaks inaudibly

Who feels beyond hands

Who walks beyond feats

Who guards the heart

Without missing a beat

Steady as she goes

For she knows

Wooden wings...still fly