I would rather have wings than a halo
though my wings be black as night;
it is better to soar to heaven
than to shine with borrowed light.
A halo would do me no good,
for in the stories folks would tell
of the tarnish on my circlet--
not whether I wore it well.
But I could wrap my wings around me
to protect me from the lack of love,
and when the desire takes me
I would use them to rise above.
