When I think of Angels I don't think of perfection. I think of those I know who have fought, struggled, survived and overcome. They are those who may look absolutely beautiful on the outside or they may have a body of scars. It's the inside that always shines. I picture invisible wings tattered and torn and missing halos. I picture eyes that have seen to much and hearts that have been to heavy. See Angels in my eyes are not perfection, they are beautifully and perfectly imperfect and doing the best they can and still have open hearts to do for others either in their acts or their kindness of words.
When I think of Angels I don't think of perfection. I think of those I know who have fought, struggled, survived and overcome. They are those who may look absolutely beautiful on the outside or they may have a body of scars. It's the inside that always shines. I picture invisible wings tattered and torn and missing halos. I picture eyes that have seen to much and hearts that have been to heavy. See Angels in my eyes are not perfection, they are beautifully and perfectly imperfect and doing the best they can and still have open hearts to do for others either in their acts or their kindness of words.