Angels with Paper Wings

We mock, and we tear, and we break, and we rip,
Because we judge, and we assume, and we analyze every slip.
Until they fall;
to so many little pieces,
from the false pedestals we places them on.
Those Angels with paper wings,
trying to perfect everything,
until the pressure is too deep,
and they fall, without mercy,
Angels with paper wings.

We are mocked, and are torn, and are broken, and are ripped,
because we are judged, and assumed, and analyzed by each slip.
Until we fall;
they watch us fall,
to so many little pieces,
from the pedestals they placed us on.
We, the Angels with paper wings,
trying to be perfect in everything,
until the pressure is too deep,
and we fall, without mercy,
We Angels with paper wings.

By us, by them,
over again.
Who began this cycle?
Who will end this cycle?
Can we break this cycle?

Can we love, and we lift, and we share, and embrace,
Because we understand, and we know we all stumble in this race.
So when we fall,
we'll ease the fall,
with the arms of other Angels,
lifting us up until we can stand again.
We Angels with paper wings,
admitting imperfection in everything,
until we rise above the pressure,
we rise inside mercy,
of Angels, together: we are 1000 paper wings.