Calling all angels
Calling all joys and all tears
Calling for a miracle
Bring me home my sweet
I used to think you were a fighter
Now I know I was wrong
You are a superhero
I just hope that you know
Calling all angels
My precious needs a miracle
Bring home my sweet
I used to think you were fragile,
Innocent and sweet
I would scream and yell for you to be strong
Then I’d build all these walls so you’d never have to fall
Calling all angels
This tiny package of love
Is a miracle
Growing into a boy
When you don’t pay attention
I’ll run my fingers over the scars
The ones that define you
Crosses over your heart
Cut,
slice,
save lives
Crosses over your heart,
Vivid patterns from the doctors knives
Calling all angels
I want to thank you
Whatever it was that made you grant him stay
Calling all tears and joys
I’ll never tell how scared I really was
You are my superhero
Growing into a boy
With patterns on your body
Marks that may feel wrong
But you just know
They only make you strong,
My tiny little Angel
Of strength…
© 2007 Prudence