Warm wind flows underneath them,
lifting their light bodies up like weightless feathers.
So majestic...
So beautiful...
so... angelic.
But do you know how an angel gets its wings?

Could it be the cranking of metal?
Locking the feathers in their back.
Humans with a need for fantasy
just running away from reality
But now...
There's no looking back.
Could it be?
That angels are just humans?
like, you and me?

Could it be a gift?
A present that is only born with?
Or a curse...
Sending them to horrible death...
Sending them spiraling to hatred
Sending them falling into love and affection.
They care for us either way and,
they help us without contemplation.

It could be all and none
It could be fantasy,
or just fate.
Yet it still leaves us with the question...
How does an angel get its wings?