Pawned Halo And Lost Wings

I pawned my halo,
For some cash,
Just a few years ago,
I have no doubt,
That someone bought it,
It was golden and glowed,
A perfect sign on innocence,
Something a lot of people want,
But very few people have anymore,

I've been knocked down,
So many times,
By let downs,
Heartbreaks,
And cruel words,
That my wings have been,
Broken and they have tore,
Over and over again,
My wings have always,
Help me up,
But they've started to look,
Quite hideous,
And it's only a matter of time,
Before they let me down too,

So,
I took them off,
And somewhere,
Somehow,
They've gotten misplaced,
I searched high and low,
Still couldn't find them,
So I gave up,
And have learned to live,
Without them,
I can still pick myself up,
Whenever I get hurt,
I've learned to be careful,
Of the people I let in,
Not everyone is really your friend,
And last but not least,
I've been enjoying a life of sin,
I suppose this is what happens,
When someone loses their wings,
They learn how to be happy and guarded,
And sometimes even carefree,